Übersetzung: Dead Boys. Tell Me.
gotta tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're
til I'm dead and gone Disrespect you get split, cause you know right from wrong Imma stand my ground, be all I can be And shoot down everybody player hatin' me
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life My nigga TD gettin' high wit' me Out that 13, straped up he ride or die wit' me I was in the
lay thee down to sleep, niggas tryin' to lay me down wit heat, if I should die do' before i awake i pray my lord my soul to take... [Verse 1:] If dead
me I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit) [Verse 5: 50 Cent] I'm a tell you what Banks told me "cus go head switch the style up
die the stuttering rifles will stifle the cry the monstrous anger the fear's rapid rattle a desert inferno kids dying like cattle Don't tell me
you get down to it It's got a good sound to it Don't meddle around with it 'Cos it's far too wet to woo When Mummy and Daddy play They tell me to go
fruit since I claimed Him cause, I came a long way, let me tell you what I was. Can't go back baby! We've evolved! We were once dead in our trespasses
white man bleed God bless the dead" [Chorus - 2pac:] God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead [2pac:] Man, ain't nobody promised me
s how we gonna do it (8 bars?) Yeah all of us gonna spit 8 I'll get the hook son (Yo let me tell these mother fuckers something) You know what I'm saying
All I know who spittin all I know who givin Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass Listen, keep it far away from me I ain't got time
room for some humanity Somebody tell me what's going on (what's going on) Somebody tell me what's going on (what's going on) Somebody tell me what's
five six seven eight nine Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments What, uhh, uhh Nigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh Can't tell me nothin
it back with the feelin Y'all, we're bringin it back with the feelin So love me if you wanna, but I'ma speak on it I'ma tell the world why hip-hop
your mind, boys To every conceivable point of view." They got Charles Darwin trapped out there on Highway Five Judge says to the High Sheriff, "I want him dead
Nothin' neither 'live nor dead." Handy dandy, he got a stick in his hand and a pocket full of money He says, "Darling, tell me the truth, how much time
me no comma Niggaz bitches and drama I recollect walking and stoppin' Cops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent And baby y'all be respecting me
