All hands on deck All in front all in the back just like that, like that I'mma blow your mind take it out on the floor like that, like that All in the front all in the back just like that, like that I'mma blow your mind like that Wasted Heart You took

Don't stand aside! While people make demands At first they'll take your liberties Then tie them 'round your hand When time goes by some day you'll find Their words are your command These times won't last and once they're gone they don't come back Well

Cantando eu mando a tristeza embora A tristeza é senhora Desde que o samba é samba é assim A lágrima clara sobre a pele escura Solidão apavora Tudo demorando em ser tão ruim Mas alguma coisa acontece No quando agora em mim A noite e a chuva que cai lá

I could skate away on Oh I wish I had a river It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly

I'm on! (Come on!) It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh God's Son, never gone, never left King, I played every card in the deck The whole world waitin for what I'mma do next And y'all already know where I came from Queensbridge repper since day one Nigga,

Look out baby I'm in a dangerous mood I had to steal a little time baby So I could spend it all on you I done called up the boss man Told him where to go And just what to do Call me crazy But i did what I had to do

Ooo 1, 2, 3, 4 fire's in your eyes Ooo 5, 6, 7, minus 9 lives And this chaos, it defies imagination You've arrived at panic station You won't get much closer Till you sacrifice it all (all) You won't get to taste it With your face against the wall (wall

We raise hell I'll tear your soul apart Yeahhhhhh here we motherfucking go Lawless among the pack We never listen And we live our lives above the law We're fucking villains!!!

Nobody move, nobody get hurt He said he want me to join the army No way, I ain't gonna do it Natty don't nyam dirt The youth them just a dress up in a white collar shirt And some of them wear it till it resemble dirt Turn out your left pocket A searching

Waidmanns, manns, manns, manns Heil Die Kreatur muss sterben Auf dem Lande, auf dem Meer lauert das Verderben Ich bin in Hitze schon seit Tagen So werd ich mir ein Kahlwild jagen Und bis zum Morgen sitz ich an Damit ich Blattschuss geben kann Auf dem