Übersetzung: Doa. Holen Sie sich Away.
get away, get away from you get away, sick of all your lies [chorus:] get to get away from, got to get away from you got to get away from, got to get
Na uh She can have anything she wants But she really doesn't know about the way she taunts It's tearin me apart, It's tearin me apart Get Away, get up, and get away
nothin else and get away to get up get away to get up get away to get up get away from me get away to get up get on up oh get away from me get awaaaay
my holster You sopposed'a, respect a nigga like me I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all
know! (Yeah, here we go) [Daddy-O] 1993, and we say.. I'd like to give a big up to my East coast peeps Showbiz and A.G., P.E., B.D.P. G. Rap and Polo
swappin' lives he said: "gimme 'nother slice o' that barbecued brisket!" "gimme ?nother piece o' that pecan pie!" freeways flickering, cell phones chiming a
so rough Back over your shoulder got an icy chill Man, you thought you'd get away with it Now you know you never will Somebody, somebody You got a feelin
Now picture that like a camera, we lift the lamb up Hands up this mans the alpha who would raise like gamma We some amba-s-s a-d-o-r's He saved me, bro
2 Live away... [Clay D:] YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!) GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!) COME ON NOW, GET IT! (EVERYBODY!!) GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (
there u go, acting like a hoe Acting like a hoe, acting like a hoe! See tha word on tha streetz you're a....hoe just a groupie on a world tour...hoe
a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard ni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M.O
it's true I got love for you only to a certain exstend ni**as ain't worth s**t Cops and ride d**k permits I heard this and heard that About them O-U
get my props for 2Pacalypse O.P.D. -- what??! When this album come out, niggaz can kiss my ass Did you think I'd fall? You think you could stop a motherfucker
, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump with a 12-hour rush to run and get
wanna talk about the bullets in my a** Spike Lee don't like it that my money come fast I hate it when a n**** get to countin my cash Now I can give the
guns - I'm D, man! (YEEEEAH!) [gunshot] [Chorus: 50 Cent] I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout
That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about