Übersetzung: Nice D. Es ist All About Me.
disrespect, you better buy my album Better yet, the first chapter Peace to Red, D-Square and Blastmaster And any rapper, who tries to disrespect D Huh, it's all about me
of it. Yo, it's been sent to find my cost, and, you might think it's my loss, but i'm rollin, rollin, to the illest place i know, Eyes are wide, inside's
to be. Me with you. You and me-e. I don't ever want you to leave, 'cause you give me-ee. [Chorus:] Candy kisses all over me-e. (I've got them candy kisses
bowls of money Micheal walking around with a head em cause it's Charley mc dummy it's funny niggaz go ravving see you suffering, hungry I'm Co-D as well
it out of the hood I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood That's a zipper that's sticky California should whip me I done made it this far can't
Forget about the cash, Forget about the clothes Forget about the stash, Forget about the dough Forget about the cars, Forget about the rims Forget about the stars, Forget about
100% G Who's puttin' it down on Miami's behalf Home of the nickel (?) and the raw half Everywhere we go, the impression's felt The real is stamped on
a fly guy, and I fly high Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me
when they competin' It's just too raw for them to think about eatin' If y'all ain't heard the word, my rap lingers The drop sounds like it's hot and burnin
you gangsta, all the time? That's a thug's nature Though sometimes, I can deal with it I realize, that I'm feelin it It's a love and hate relationship
to my nigga Mike Tyson. It's all good. Chorus You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches (Repeat)
tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther I'm funky, that's word
) (There's no point denying) (Cos i don't wanna talk about it) Should've known you were too good to be true Should've known there's no way i could trust
mad I got the cream to make a murder scene If y'all niggaz ain't shootin y'all can't fuck with me, come fuck with me [Chorus] [50 Cent:] The D's kick
m the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow It's time
I'll hear all of the shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty
get it in the leg, some get it in the back some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax it's extortion, it
