Alto el manto estelar. Hay un dios en altar. (Vigilandonos) el solo espera. (Condenandonos) el solo espera. El un escudo mas, en tu historial. (Para gobernar) Amar y matar.
OncE MOre i had to stare In YoUR stupid FaCe. It's the lasT tiME i'll strUggle wITH mY enDLEss gRace. once moRe I HAd to hEar your hYpOcRItIcal voicE.
A salty fist in my chest please no explanation. It's your time to be angry now. Could I possibly be so selfish as to take that away?. To compare myself.
Apparition is the name of a friend that goes away in the end. You were my cancer and you kept me going. And all this time all I needed to do. Was feel you and touch you.
I run with the pack with every freedom. I am God, selfishness embodied. Strong enough to build this mountain. A barrier, you're cowardly to call by it's proper name.
Sweetened possessive farce. Our saints become sparse. And it's an option to be transparent. So in your soul that it's inherent. Now that you've found your wings (you want to fly).
If you leave me to be the outsider looking in. Then I am finally home. I have a name and it isn't guilt. That never moved me a single inch. . If common sense and common decency aren't enough.
I look but everyone seems dead. I pray for safety with no net. I am the one they won't forget. I am the one they won't forget, life's a lie. . Nothing's left to say.
I stand alone. No one can touch me. No one. . Amir, Amir. Amir of the desert. . Get more out of me so leave to him. Tell the race man you don't me. Build it alone.
Here we go. . So sadistic, I'm coming apart like a ten cent toy. Soul seduction, I know it's something that you enjoy. Trap, scream trap, these broken wings I'll wrap.
Kill, kill, kill. How many killas you got on your mother fuckin' pay roll nigga?. Snoop Dogg, C-Murder and Silk the Shocker, no limit biatch. . Nigga nigga I'ma rida, ride with G's.
Here we come. Always on the run. Back from another great adventure. With tales to spin of everywhere weve been. We love the pirate life and live for danger.
"Voy a Santiago a morirme". Dijo Miguel Matamoros. Y de su vieja guitarra. Cayeron siete sollozos. . Ay Miguel, no digas ms. Que ests ciego y que te vas..
A primera vista. Me enamor. A primera vista. Me enamor. Y a los pocos das. Ya te bes. Y desde ese instante comprend. Que t eres mi querer. Desde que te vi llegar.
Este caudaloso Cauto. Orgullo de nuestro Oriente. Este caudaloso Cauto. Orgullo de nuestro Oriente. Tu no sientes la corriente?. . As no, Papacito, as no.
A mi me gusta, me gusta el cha cha cha. Porque se goza, se goza mucho ms.. . El rock'n'roll me deja sin cintura. Y al otro da no puedo caminar. Me da jaqueca, me da hasta calentura.
Hay quien dice que Miguel muri. Porque no saben de sus cancines. Y es que siempre ha seguido latiendo. Su msica en nuestros coraznes. . Ahora les voy a ensear como fue.
Las gentes de Los Hoyos. Se van para el Tivoli. Y los del Tivoli. Se van pa' Los Hoyos. Ya no es como en otros tiempos. Que se formaban los rollos. Ahora queremos vivir.
[Master P]. . Yo C-Murder. Nigga you woke?. Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.. Pass the weed (ok). We gon' head up interstate 10. We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there).
[C-Murder]. . How many of my TRU niggas actually get a second chance at life,. at their dreams? not many, huh. . Started off as a street thug, just hangin' and thuggin'.