down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what? I die for my
Übersetzung: C-Murder. Down For My N ist.
I love that money, I need that money It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge It pays my bills and the mortgage
adolescent Who would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang
you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie, It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole, C4s, we fly on linz, And my rocks lookin
's been talkin about us like it's Bone Day They say "them nigga's my nigga's ain't kickin it no more." They say we all went solo, "nigga's ain't even
get they ass off without gettin' a little action. I crept and I came, down for my thang, man. It's a different game. Muthafuckas out callin' my name
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
like a delicatessen What will I do next, got Connecticut guessin' Leave a hell of an impression, my words are my weapons Now that my name's stretchin'
me flow and its sealed Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech N9NE's filled" [Eminem] This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit Withe-
the aroma murder deploma but first (I.C.P. bitch and this ain't a verse) heh Push a herst stream up out my funeral 489 V is on the pill I swallow So if
-L-E-T-S I see you like uh, C-B-S We smoke the Ganj cuz we be stressed Fuck with me and catch eternal rest This is for my Niggas in the low-lows On the
Slugs whistlin, at the competition Blood stains on the stage, opponents come up missing U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder's my lullaby Never cry, when they wish I would
'm a beast, holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing, your
drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos? Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happenin'? Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin' Mashin
walking through the darkness) Yeah... c'mon ma, rock that sick... that's right yo, look at ??? over there C'mon, c'mon we breakin' it down (Ooh no-
put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The
