where you wanted And the ones to fill it to But something breaks the spell And it hits you every day Until you need to hit as well You hold the heart
Översättning: Big Country. Hold The Heart.
[Prodigy talking] Fuck you bitch-ass niggas you know what I'm saying Straight like that from the bottom of my heart Aiyyo, you know what I'm saying, yeah
I hear dem boys come'n derty Like ohh better get 'em back watch dem bitches back I hear dem boys come'n They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know
game Wanna keep a thug out the drug house But you know the drill...a fro, polo And a nigga in the club smokin dubs Like a tru center thug The big boy
the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel Sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel Then mount your horse and saddle 'cause you in the country
The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what
Dog All the way from the Soul Assassins Laboratory Somewhere, who the fuck knows where at, knahm sayin'? Big shout out, all the Soul Assassins across the country
Do you feel like a chain store Practically floored One of many zeros Kicked around, bored? Your ears are full but you're empty Holding out your heart
maybe make a little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big
me, hater come on down (c'mon!) Built for business, and God as my witness Have you running a country mile and not for physical fitness (hold up!)
you, you send nothing in exchange Y'all niggas mad soft, no heart, all brains But what's smart when a dumb dumb burst your heart I'm done now but first hold up, hold
but the soundboys brawlin If you listen close in you can hear the reaper callin (HEY HEY) Bigger they come, the harder they.. fall [Aceyalone] Mr. Big
love B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love the heart land South Carolina,
holding my hand with me til the bitter end Big Town Big money where do we all go when we are lost and hungry? Big Town Big money, its all a big game
, down the road Mack trucks caused country Peterbilts overload Turnpike in freak mode, kissin at a highway patrol Haulin platinum and gold, takin chicks to the superbowl Big freight with big
on some cold Remy At the club looking at girls with big ass and titties The instrumental that you hearing came from Frank Nitti We do it big keep it
of me, Can't hold me back from taking a stab like Chopper Read, Can't hold me back, I'm back around again like stalkers, My mic holds a force like a
