And all their lies Sick of all the people That want to know why You gotta get away You gotta get away But theres no way out No Theres no way out Here
Übersetzung: Dope. No Way Out.
losers And all their lies Sick of all the people That want to know why You gotta get away You gotta get away But theres no way out No Theres no way out
won?t give up I?m so fed up and fucked they all try to suck my power empty I won?t move, I can?t move I can?t get out of your way I don?t believe that
nigga know me, nigga know I keep it all the way street I'm thugged all the way out And I'm bout whatever you bout I keep it all the way real Tell it just
: [Intro: B.G.] What's happening (what's happening) You know it's real in the field (real, really real) You know it's real in the hood (all the way)
to be inside I snuck out the back round the school fo lunch time the police spotted me id break out and run make em run behind me that was my way of
Cause I know its fake, Make me spit in your face I'm back now, Chopper City's on the move And I feel like Ludacris, Bitch you better move Get out the way
can sniff a snitch out Just as quick as I can bat a bitch and pull my dick out Just as quick as I can open shop and move a brick out I change route, I
never to fall short again I want game Wootay I'ma tell ya no pain no gain I hustle hard for what I want thats how I get it I struggle hard and if its out
ta school all kinda bull-shit They callin' my moma in I got her lookin' unfit But look it aint Cint fault I turned out this way Its my fault she told
himself relentless Like, a murder job and forgettin' the consequences Hustlin' through the brick walls avoidin' the feds Pushin' the dope steady duckin
All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? Uptown on the way, Bitch so let us through Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? Downtown get out the way
the B.G. I might do it for a even 5 Nigga I ball and people don't know it, Cuz I don't show it The only way to find out is if you come and score it Cuz
and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your funeral in two Hummers That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day Come out
dead true to my blood no comin between us no matter what nigga Chorus [Verse 3] Coke dealer, dope dealer Juvenile ain't no joke nigga Fuck being broke all the way out
