Tłumaczenie: Wizard. On Your Knees.
are the right give us your potion of life it runs through your chest, take your last breath. on your knees down on your knees we let you bleed on your knees
Niggas on the hit out, ay yo, Iron, bite my shit out Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be Get on your knees
and brought bigger enemies to their knees So please, please, please Get gone with the breeze or gone with the wind, whichever one comes in You remind me of the Wizard
get jacked cause you talk crap When I bust my rap they all step back I'm paid on stage, Run's on my left On his right, on the mic, I recite I'm def Because
'll penetrate your buttwipes Y'all know the deal Scratching your crutch by the hamburger grill Wash your hands girl Shampoo the feces out your classy curl Chorus: x4 Verse three: You got your wig on
shhh Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh You see these wizards
nothing I'll show you your death Don't urge my anger You're my guest The destiny castle Is under the siege Get down on your knees And get surrender In
wise men are down on their knees And the fruit man of freeway will sell you his cars When he's sure that you can't find the keys And the ladies on Magdalene
she need Head board knockin' up against her knees Hit her from the back so I can grab her by the waist Flip her over then you all on her face She look
out (breathe out) Do the chickenhead go on let it out Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe
out (breathe out) Do the chickenhead go on let it out Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe in
head and go an let it out Breathe out, breathe in Put your back in it let cha' knees bend
out (Breathe out) Do the chicken head, go on let it out Breathe out (Breathe out) Breathe in (Breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, ha Come on, come on, come on Ha, what yeah Diggin in the crates ya' Come on, come on, come on Uhh, yeah, Lord Finesse ya' Check
minimum wage Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, fuck makin minimum wage Verse 1: (master p, silkk da shocker) Change the date on your
and placed inside of the Chosen Your guns are nothing Better run from something That can summon you to your knees and end all of your suffering Chorus
