das Licht der Welt Im Ghetto Und er wuchs heran und sein Spielplatz war der Stra?enstaub und er kannte nicht der Baume lauf Im Ghetto, im Ghetto Alles
I'm bent I'm a P.N.C. rider, Frequent Mile flyer Down on my side, called me up, you want the fire And I tour you through the hood, smoke a few backwoods
I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you WHEN shells hit you, you screamin' Think I'm playin'? I mean it Man, I done
du hast und wenn du kennst denn alles was du mir erzahlst ist alles Top Story ja jajaja blablablabla top story (3x) (Gracias a Gurkan C. aka Big
might miss Christmas. I tote guns, I make number ones, I give MC's the runs drippin', when I throw my clip in the AK I slay from far away everybody hit
one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggaz I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our situation is a tight one Whatcha gonna
ich raus, deinen Familiennamen kenn ich vom Friedhof! Sonny Blacks Mafia, Ich zieh dich ab, und nach ein paar Jahren singst du dann: "I'm A, I'm A Hustla
my attention and it takes a lot Baby you turn me on I?m not gon? letcha lone All I want to do Is to get to know you betta Im?a ghetto girl that can do
a trap star, You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star, You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star [x2] [Verse 3:] I'm ridin through the city in a
(everybody) I stole to eat (i stole) I stole to live (i stole) I stole only to survive (if yous a hoodlum) just like j said in 'ghetto zone' I stole a
sexist cuz I aint sexist I'm the sexiest but I aint sexist If I'm sexist then I'm the sexiest sexist Bitch call me sexy sex sexy sexist! I see you
eat it up this ain't a slow jam so I can speed it up (lets go) I ain't sparkin a meadow I jus want to talk to the ghetto bag the baddest chick with the
and heroin hopes, I walked da ghetto like them, but I was takin my notes Certified goon, the locks on standby I just need a couple real niggas I can stand
... I Address (I Speak It) - I Correct, You A Dress, I A Pair-A-Pants I A Motarola, You A Just A Pair-A-Cans! Couple Coke-A-Colas And A String
, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail If you a trip I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's
me Arrest me, I told you before I wears vest's A born legend by the way of .357 I'm an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l-K-a-p-o-n-e The last
did a lot of shows made a lot of money met a lot of hoes you know the promise that we made Im gone keep it forever I got cha daughter and ya mother fa