yesterdays dream no one brother is blowin' my scene I'm exploding yeah I'm rejoicing 'cause this is my time medecine on line plastic sunshine my time
Tercüme: Warrior Soul. My Time.
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us roll up and try knockin' us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up But my luck, I
rich and make a livin' [Verse 6: Krayzie] I ain't really trippin' on no fancy cars or massderah Even though a nigga duty dippin' I keep my heat in my
head dad-dy, you don't know what that is, couple a bodies under my belt, and with mad kids, for self protecta, don't know, bitch, and keep my hands on
harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors We're warriors, we're warriors, we're warriors Only time will tell who dies Come look deeply in my eyes See the
in my eyes I be strugglin' and hustlin' and thuggin' it forever and ever Bone, gat 'em for eternal warfare Only time will tell who dies Only time will
't over (Over) You can roll (You can roll) You can get rolled over My nigga we the frontline warriors Whoever wanna bring the noise, talkin' 'bout me and my
... I'm holdin onto my soul, but nobody know when all unfolds, then when I go, go. Remember the bad cause all of the good I found on my own when Bone
arms of the Lord eternally, no mystery But check the essence of the story The warrior wasteland warrior so true divine It's mine, east 1999 It's where ya find'in all of my kind, every time
Krayzie Bone and the bone with my mighty, mighty warriors With my mighty, mighty warriors 'Cause this is all real, what you see I said, it's all real
about look man If I see anigga disrespect one mo time Put out my foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat 'cause when
play you a bit in a party show. Let's go! But the darkness froze, and my people trippin', if you would like to pay me money back on time, or you betta
tha armz of tha Lord eternally No mystery but check tha essence of tha story, tha warrior Wasteland warrior, so true, divine, it'z mine, East 1999 It'z where ya findin' all of my kind, every time
poetry like Langston Hughes did Pressures of the ghetto might make you lose it Grab AK's and go and make the news kid Might lose control, but not my soul
You're a warrior fighting for your soul Taken from the world above and brought down the world below You're the son of his majesty Remember how it used
moved, no, no, no, no, no You're a warrior Fighting for your soul Taken from the world above And brought down to a world below You're a warrior Fighting for your soul
