fucked from the start Like a dirty needle in Pigeon Park Maybe I was just fucked from the start I refuse to pay my dues So fuck the world and fuck you
Übersetzung: The Black Halos. Fucked From The Start.
gon' let a nigga hit me from the back You gotta think in the streets, don't trust nobody If you ever caught hustlin, don't bust nobody [Chorus] [Verse 3] Don't start
porch puttin' in work I'm a soldier - fuck with me don't say I ain't told ya I'll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya Blues your dog and
the game - you forgot it's eye for a eye Body for body, so you gon' respect my mind You done started somethin' I'ma take real far Everyday is shootouts - you done started
I've got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 2] Here's another fucked up episode My cousin came to visit from
cause niggas might laugh you straight off the mutherfuckin block. Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked. geah, who gives a fuck about another. Only got love for my fuckin
to fuck wit That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick You duck sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin', Cuz I'm comin', start
blastin Nigga ya lights out we aint bout no playin and laughin Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin Four karat choppers out the window start to firing
at this shit Use my gat ta self protect me from that muthafuckin' bullshit Niggas gettin' crossed up Tossed up From fuckin' with CMR niggas gettin dished up From
then see who represent Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok tennis Niggas fifteen, sixteen, seventeen Slangin' iron from that Josephine
surroundin' Niggas want half weight So what the fuck all I see iz niggas heads peeled I ain't got to many postive relatives people Try to tell me right from
Uptown solja So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that S.T.P. So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 1-2-3 So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit
Ride guns, all that start funk [Mannie Fresh] Look out you bitch, you [B.G.] Watch out for 2 twos [Mannie] Automatics, with the static that ya talkin Stop ya from
' we start to swallowin' the evidentials Keep supplier's name confidential Crooked cops started buckin' at us Made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us I grab the Tec and started
the 'Boks, pop off clips in the glocks Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door Run from
you I stop ya heart from beatin, down to the dirty-do I leave a nigga flesh hangin from his chest 'Cause the best that he dressed Couldn't fuck with the
where the fuck I be from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke Fuck gettin cough, buy the cops but fuck