it's the last time I'll be afraid of anything And so the next time you look at my face Know it's the last time you'll ever get to question me On my broken legs
you know they're always obscene 'cause my ears, they bled before; I need to let them heal She fell out; her broken legs won't let her walk away From
ve been doin this since this Pro-Ked Broke breads with the cokeheads Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped I said; I'm
my strength to finally get up and leave No more broken heart for me No more tellin' your lies to me (And another one) I'm lookin' like I got my head on
bad dye job Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad 'Til finally I broke down and bought her an iPod And caught her stealin' my
trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the depths
Ice passed out The next day I woke, the girl was through Room still smokin', my legs black and blue My eyes bloodshot, my hair pressed straight My knees
on Rakim's beat" I'm catchin' problems from every angle The mic cords are tangled I try to flow smooth but my words are mangled Damn near slipped and broke my
' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips Had to cross my legs just to look at her tits Said, she came out lookin' for some fun Looked me in my eyes and
The weed broke down, like a transmission The chopper spin him around, like a ballerina Bitch I'm still spitting like I ate a jalapena I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina My
in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands 'cross my engines
provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin' up in the office in back of my
straight and narrow If I could've kept on the straight and narrow But God broke your heart God broke your heart Now I wake up in the night He's tugging at my arms and legs
working my legs Hell yes, now I'm calling you out I'm switching my plates, please enjoy Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Hi
, I'm workin' my legs Hell yes, I'm callin' you out, I'm switchin' my plates (Please enjoy) Hell yes, I'm cleanin' the floor, my beat is correct Stretched
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
Music :rudolf schenker Lyrics:klaus meine She's knocking at my door That little angel knows the score She's knocking at my door But I won't let her out
: Holy mother, hear my cry! (Holy mother, hear my cry!) Holy mother, hear my cry! (Holy mother, hear my cry!) Holy mother, hear my cry! (Holy mother, hear my