on From off to on, from off to on From off to on, from off to on From off to on, from off to on From off to on, from off to on
Übersetzung: The Knife. Von Aus auf.
want you to be around When we come home, we pull the curtains down Making sure that the TV is on From off to on From off to on
We want you to be around When we come home, we pull the curtains down Making sure that the TV is on From off to on From off to on
Verse 1] When he was on the streets he used to jack niggas Ran around the project toting the mac nigga He had niggas tip had em breaking him off He had
off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam Dealers and thugs on
Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him Get the Zippo and spark the
you get no points for ya jump shot As soon as the sun rise we back on the block The stress got me feelin' like an old man And I stay on point for that
cop a Bentley And stunt on these niggas 'till my tank on empty This gangsta shit is in me The money I got plenty I still hustle what I don't cop jewels from
Must If He Bleed Like Me, Any Nigga Can Get Touched Got My Knife On My Belt and The Forty By My Phone Clip I'm On The Edge, Fuck Around, and Get Your
been trapped down And f**ked since day one This industructional style of mine ain't no fun Where I'm from You sure to see about 10 ni**az in a bedroom Eating off
50 we will never get caught by the cops CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter
back and shake it on the feild and show them whats up [CHORUS] I'm on flight 187 187 Departure from the hood Destination hell or heaven 187 187 Departure from
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black
the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin' If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah) When my knife
me, like they think our mics on (WOO) These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah) Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off You know white collar
then I will It's me and 50 Cent my nigga Live in trife, and thats real Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill Thats on for treal (?) I'm on