age It's in your hand In your hand but you won't use it Rather throw your life away In your hand but you won't use it Rather throw your life away It
Traducere: Stiff Little Fingers. În mâna ta.
listening Now I realise The only help you'll take [Chorus:] It's in your hand The power to change To make a stand To come of age It's in your hand It
, yo I think you better run Better run more, and move a little faster Second of thought and I'm comin' to blast ya With my Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand
think I'm sick take a look at yourself You got dead deer heads up on your shelf On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand I'm just the dead body
turn your little buzz into "Yo, whatever happened..? So don't play B I ain't talking shit I just got a awful gift, that'll make your office doors just stiff
break your concentration, got a 3 finger ring look like a constalation, you see the Code Green blimp it say honk if your waitin, the streets is bonkers
'm in the club man I'm in your hand Bein bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl The only thing you're in is in acting Your world'll be smashed
eye while dying Are you for real with your little intrigues then denying All your words we've already heard Thought I'm not surprised you can't cut your
little faster Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya With my (Chorus) (B-Real) Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, (
, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your
but we'll settle for just one blood [Verse 7: Fat Joe] All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggas lyin' still up in stiff
got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit
Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM
you got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out
blow, the parks amuse me walkin infinite circles, band aids on my finger tips turn purple, as long as she's on my arm i'll walk a maze, scared me stiff
