of them say they wanna change I hope that you remain the same To show that this is not a game Let's end this tragedy today Now take my hand and we will
they wanted change I hope that you remain the same To show that this is not a game Let's end this tragedy today Now take my hand and we will run away
leave Said they wanted change I hope that you remain the same To show that this is not a game Let's end this tragedy today Now take my hand and we will
Tercüme: Taksi. Take My Hand.
it doesn't matter It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter You may say, I have a ego, or just merry free But none of that tough talk, I take seriously
all around and the streets are mean If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere, that's what they say Seeing my face in lights or my name in marquees
all around And the streets are mean If I can make it here I can make it anywhere, that's what they say Seein' my face in lights Or my name on marquees
me my way and I know he real so my grandma say what I feel a sweat from the sun cause I work construction I gotta take care of my son I got one in the
side still dyin' over turf That don't belong to urse I mean us, left in the dust Try to catch up with massah I used to wanna wrap my hands around the
fuck the radio for telling me to snap jam I'm just expecting the spectator's respect here My net is from jet setters to cab fares Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
thuggin it doesn matter It goes into my mind as just chit chatter You may say I have a ego or just maybe three But none of that tough luck I take seriously
your shoulder if you's a high roller Knuckle head fool wit that master plan Yeah, got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand Understand, I'm bigger
have very nice lips" With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick We played the phone game, a week later shit changed fast Had her comin' over in a cab
, but I'm startin to get fat again I like the hand guns, but better with the mac again So New York like a taxi cab I eat pizza gettin hunnies but it aint
pounds and homie I can make the heads fly My father told me never hit nobody first But if they hit you son (Yeah), take them to a hearse So throughout my
As I think back, transform coke to crack Yo amigo, him and Rico, they got perico Son I know the spot, like the back of my hand Networked a plan, we sticking
