ma foi {Refrain:} Aussi loin qu'il le faut j'irai trouver au bout le contact Aussi loin qu'il le faut j'irai trouver au bout le contact Aussi loin qu
perdu ma foi {Refrain:} Aussi loin qu'il le faut j'irai trouver au bout le contact Aussi loin qu'il le faut j'irai trouver au bout le contact Aussi loin
E ritorno da te nonostante Il mio orgoglio Lo ritorno perche altra scelta non c'e Ricordando I giorni un'altra latitudine Frequentando I posti dove ti
We may pass each other on the interstate We honk and cross over to the other lane Everybody's going somewhere, everybody's inside Hundreds of cars, hundreds of private lives
Living out of touch It got a bit too much Living out of touch, yeah Living Living out of touch Living out of touch That's why I'm living out of touch
love. Who are you I want to be with you till the morning sun sun sun!Who are you I want to be with you till the morning sun! We made eye yeah contact
stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta And u know its M.O.B. live like a mobster Tell me how them project niggas live
on niggas deserves an Oscar Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta And u know its M.O.B. live like a mobster Tell me how them project niggas live like
keep you safer than vests LA streets will make your guts leak Chorus: Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots Player no doubt Young killers live
{Upon initial contact with Ice-T's music I had envisioned him to be an ill mannered and psychologically Unstable man with an extremely uneducated and
So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my
in ya Cadillac For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin' for Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my mic flow Prioritize to live
And so my story winds on down toward an ending that's been found to come whenever all is said and done. I've lived my life and taken chances and if some
[Intro: RZA and Ghostface, Raekwon () and somebody {}] Word. Man fuck that nigga Fuck that crab, ass, bitch {Who the live niggaz youknowhatI'msayin
Come on hold my hand I wanna contact the living Not sure I understand This role I've been given I sit and talk to God And he just laughs at my plans
on contact You can't keep me calm, black, so pass me the bomb sack And watch me extend with a grin to another place I live on the edge and the Feds and
