gonna be trippin' bout this busta ass nigga [Verse 1] When he was on the streets he used to jack niggas Ran around the project toting the mac nigga He
Übersetzung: BG. Er pflegte mein Mann.
' out the side of my parka now My eyes blood shot red, i'm high but lets ride I ain't scared if I die it was meant to be He might send for you before
he done smoked the TV I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G. Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pepsi Man keepin these muthafuckers rich ain
On Brackland And Lil' B The Dopeman And Lil' Sold Crack And Crack, Man Humilitation To The Black Man, Black Man My Momma Smoked Weed, My Daddy Smoked
Remix I where my pants below my waist (we always gonna be the best) And I never dance when I'm in this place Because you and your man is planning to hate
roll heavy Welcome to my hood, where they gettin fly like a G6, and everybody know this is the remix Welcome to my hood, them boys will put you down on
mother', daddy let him be Gucci Mane, raised me to be a straight up G Now my daddy hustle hard, but he love sum liquor And my momma wanna leave him but
stop walkin round all hyped and souped You ain't nothin but somethin to be used and worked You ain't nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked Cause
Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch." "Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch." "Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch." "Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-B-B-B-Bitch. Bitch-B-Bitch." [
rap game, Jigga the old-G On MTV, telling em how I sold D And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B Me and my homie, started out coldies Picked the
do to cause my bills come in to soon, my son gone be two soon royalty check come in like once in a bluemoon but I'm getting my doe for doing shows I made
when you thought PAC only brought drama he had joints like Keep Ya Head Up and Dear Mama Pun did it his way just like Carlito Big L murdered it on Stretch and Bobbito my man B
Now my mind state is ugly, my blind dates are ugly I'm ready to turn it up in the streets and make it ugly Used to sit in Mr. Uglies with these chickens
trains Just picture man, no snitchin' man Somethin' for the fiends fresh out the kitchen man Last 9.11 I was poor on the ave 'Til I pulled out my map
go, and I'm good where I go Look my man got good aim and that's a good thing to know And he came home for good, off of good behavior Spittin that good
I told you mother fuckers better pack your back Bellisle B-B-Bellisle Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle Bellisle B-B-Bellisle (here in Detriot) I got my
live [Qua Billz] Death is devine, my rhymes light Be penetratin' through your mind like, they highlights My mic's like a wrist to me Simp-e-ly I'ma a man
