-cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony Tec I'm in a limo full of blow niggas But I'm never high cuz a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga A
the B.G I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz Let a nigga take me down after all this time? Shiiiit I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin
sopposed'a, respect a nigga like me I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-
a nigga believin what a bitch say Like K.C., I don't play Spin a nigga bin everyday A hundred round drum on the K Leave ya set a straight disaster Ya
: [Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)] [M.F.] Wuz up? [B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin') B.G. 'bout to run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya
holdin' a gun nigga Click, ready to bust nigga, click I'm thugged out [B.G.] All I know how to do is thug , hustle, and kill a nigga If I gotta, if
m bout to get my shine on Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10,000 bar tap Bitches think I'm jokin, stupid ??? in my lap I'm bout to drink some Domm P.
know! (Yeah, here we go) [Daddy-O] 1993, and we say.. I'd like to give a big up to my East coast peeps Showbiz and A.G., P.E., B.D.P. G. Rap and Polo
favorite suit like I was asshole naked Now fake it till you make it or take it nigga [Hook] [D.B.A. Flip] My motions in school going through a whole
Deutschen Rap und brauche keinen Candyman, Was Amirap ich hor schon lange nicht mehr Eminem, Wer macht den Beat, auf dem ihr alle Kopfnickt, A.B.A.Z.,
: (D. Henley, T.B. Schmit, and S. Smith) I've been walkin' through the fields And on the streets of town Trying to make sense of what you left me Everything
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rap futuristico Ok! Rap futuristico A B Rap futuristico Ab Ab Ab AB Rap futuristico Fa Bri Rap futuristico Fabri fabri fabri fabri Rap turubistico B A
ja 'nen Tinitus bei dies'm Larm! Sag blo?! Arsch hoch, Arm hoch, Glas hoch, A, B! C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y
's only so many months, you do the math I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin And your mouth'll
hot Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog A nigga try smoke me, I'm gone smoke him When I say I'm all in I mean I'm all in Nigger you blink
t livin life right But fast money make God call I'm prayin to the angels, but worship the devils Yeah a nigga rich but I'm livin like a rebel Ridin with
When your times up your times up this is real shit I'm a ball 'Till my number called Say a praire Hopin' god hear Look I don't fear a man Want to bang