Übersetzung: Dead Boys. All dies und mehr.
Can I describe what it's like To have sex with the lights on? And would ya feel right if I did ya tonight? And put the bite on? All this and more little
can't go and split it ha ha (laughing) get it Better watch and ya mentionin' fluid ya mouth Better rearrange ya system Yall niggas want beef look and what Me and
paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and
henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bud I dont need security, this old nickel enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya
And told all my partners I'm a live for infinity I changed my allegiance with more than a pledge And told all my boys stop mourning the dead (me) I'll
: [Intro: Mr. Mixx] YEAHHHHHHH, BA-BYYYY!! It's the boys, we gon' do it like this, one time for ya mind! All the boys in the house ... y'knahmsayin!
they had a chance don't wanna blow it But unemployed for all the little girls and boys You got'sa, love your mom and daddy And make them wonder why you
Flesh is seconds and you're the checkmate 'fore I diss and split I bet you'll show me nuff respect [Layzie:] I step in this bitch and I got the whole
talking)] Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie Done got theyselves into another jam (Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this
to do this within my age bracket Waka Flocka, Soulja Boy: none of 'em can match it That's it; jot it down, print it up and fax it And tell all your boys
1:] The greats come alive, the wall is one fire We've been to this place before. Yeah we danced through the night as the place burned bright. And the
care to bare witness to The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister Stanabis, little Marshall Mathers' sister And in this
pow, in sync when the glock go pop [Violent J] P-p-p-pow, dead body boys all in the lawn I brings it home and my mama help me bury the bones [Esham]
: "Today boys and girls we have a special speaker in the house tonight And he's gonna teach you about life and death" I was born a God damn failure
Klan, more like the boogie man And Satan's in the mix and you don't wanna diss Because this is for all the suicidalists I'd rather be dead, I'm knockin
still around And I know you dressed up {said} "hey kid you'll never live this down" 'Cause you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with And I
it's not gon' work All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard
