you were doing nothing Phone me up you're doing nothing You wanna go out and do something You just don't know what is happning Do you know Walk into
Übersetzung: Ash. Weiß nicht.
said you were doing nothing Phone me up you're doing nothing You wanna go out and do something You just don't know what is happning Do you know Walk
a different fly Presidential time, nigga watch the Rolie shine No need for pens and paper, this here, whats on my mind [Chorus] I know she wants a playboy I don't
: Yeah! Yeah! I be killin' 'em Ye ye, I'm killin' 'em Till my bank statement reads 27 million They said I couldn't do it so you know I gotta get it done
I'm down to fight Rip it on a mic There never been a night where my pen don't write There never been a night that I don't rap nice When I'm on the right
thang. Made myself a name all by myself, Fuck a record label, I don't need no help. Actually I do because I'm broke as hell, But I'm just gonna do my thang. I don't
on the left hand side Don't ever pass it on the right never ash it on my Nike If you sprinkle hash in it Just don't let it out your sight 'Cause if you
it roars words I don't understand And cuts deep my flesh Reducing me to ash The razor of sadness You really don't care." It sheds off the blood of the
just too damn long I need to go and find some help Or take my drunk ass home" And I really don't wanna quit Because see then I can't sit Up on my ass
a cavity filled (filled) Ahahahaha, that's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still) This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin Hamburger Hill! (Hill!) We don't
degrees The fortune teller Tucker sleepin gas umbrella A war where they're gunnin in the back of Armanbella Now who, don't believe that cash must rule I don't
gets paid, I'm pickin up the G shit And Santa Claus ain't never brought me shit The fat slop doesn't buy my bread and milk So don't come around bitch
end is here to bid farewell I'll turn to ash and hear them sing Songs about my emotions dead and alone Don't make an effort You don't know me anyway
't talkin' 'bout the ones that be glowin' I'm talkin' 'bout Roc-a-Fella, my home My chain, this ain't conflict diamonds Is they Jacob? Don't lie to me
say Scared of makin? mistakes Scared at don?t deserve To live my life on my own terms : :CHORUS: : 2X Ch-Ch-Ch-Chasing a thrill You know I can and I
get it out of me If you know what I mean, what I mean You say I must be crazy 'Cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit 'Cause I know it's me that's hitting
