days don't move me So I'm a show it proof G, so make waves I got a full time pay, start to dig graves Because I'm burryin' emcee's, and sharin' their
just hot - until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a King - turn my voice up Aiyyo, the brother's "Stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave
: They disembarked in 45 and no one spoke and no one smiled there were too many spaces in the line gathered at the centaph all agreed with the hand on
: Musique intro: 45 secondes Hey petit bebe il faudra se taire, oui meme si papa frappe ta mere, bin il faudra s'y fai-ai-re. Je sais qu'il fait mal
hot Until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a king turn my voice up Aiyyo, the brother's stillmatic I crawled up out of that grave
what the fuck am I going to talk to the police about I am from the streets doing the type of shit you read about I copped the Chrome 45 under pressure
What the fuck I am going to talk to the police about. I am from the streets doing the type of shit you read about. I cooped the Chrome 45 under pressure
Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q-45 Glocks
same shit he spoken Open up my eyes there's no limit in them skies When Ready 2 Die was a sick part of my life Pummin that .45, plotting to pop my mind
', time's not on my side I'm a pistol totin', gamblin' man Time for one last ride Just a simple country boy without a lick of sense 30.6 Colt 45 rode
my children i cant believe wat these mathufuckas doing to my family but i stay strong and i keep my fate even tho im thuging till i see my grave mama
52, Luke 1:35-45 Luke 2:1-20, Luke 2:36-38, Luke 7:2-10 Luke 8:26-39, Luke 19:1-10, Luke 21:1-4 Luke 23:27-29, John 1:45-51, John 3:1-21 John 4:4-26,
't move me So I'm a show it proof g, so make waves I got a full time pay, stat to dig graves Because I'm burryin emcee's, and sharin their ladys Now you
days don't move me So I'm a show it proof G, so make waves I got a full time pay, start to dig graves Because I'm buryin' emcees and sharin' their ladies
dead, I done hit him in his head With a .45 slug, now he coughing up blood I'm a 225 pound nigga rapper slash killer cap pella grave filler So what you
A fifty mile road march so save your breathe if i dont getcha wit that rifle ima catchya wit my bayonet i run wit m1's towin howitzers im a 45 day 45
the bomb prophylaxes for protection So my fuckin' sac won't collapse 'Cause nowadays, shit's evading the X-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave