the heat Goin' round and round, never lettin' down I'm not the one, whose memory you still keepin' I'm not the one who's talkin' in your sleep (You know why) I
Übersetzung: The Cars. Ich bin nicht derjenige.
i'm not the one whose memory you still keep i'm not the one who's talking in your sleep you know why i don't have to tell you twice you know why i knew
half stack And you can keep the cars Leave me the garage And all I... Yes all I need are keys and garage And guess what, in 30 seconds I'm leaving to
off on judgement day Believe as long as I breathe, uh, I'm here for you To tell the truth I dont want you to go through what I went through My daddy got
and then I straight up rope niggaz I'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah Fucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular I ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors I'm
no he didn't Tattoes and fast cars, Do you know who we are? I'm Lil' Weezy puttin down for C.M.R. [Chorus Repeat] Bling bling Everytime I come around
hot Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog A nigga try smoke me, I'm gone smoke him When I say I'm all in I mean I'm all in Nigger you blink
the evenin' And i'm leavin', on to the next city Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't
in the blue data bomba Heaven or Hell will prevail when I'm a goner Cuz I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma I'm the first one out, and last one on
' the breezes of the cool winds blowin' On a mission, not knowin' where I'm goin' It's a free day, and I got free time And I'm loving every minute of
We put 'em in the stores and millions habe bought it An underground sound, not liked by radio You hear it in the cars and at the dicso On the airwaves
I ride, I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd And motherfucker's die It's not the way I wanna live
did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear no complaints But I know, that I will always continue to grow, As long as I lead and never follow
left lane I'm playin my hands And I'm plottin on the fortune, it's gettin hot and scorchin I'm diggin like a scorpion that torture they enemies [
For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told you we'd make
look forward to these days Murders, brothers dyin, funerals [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] s**t, it's like I done ran out of suits homey I done
