in my home I have a reason, to keep me satisfied until I'm gone Don't regret the rules I broke When I die bury me in smoke Under the world I wait for
me satisfied until I'm gone Don't regret rules I broke, when I die bury me in smoke (Smoke) Bury me in smoke Oh yea Smoke Smoke Aaa Smoke Smoke
Übersetzung: Down. Bury Me In Smoke.
none of those areas Or six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me The B.G., you want me find me In
we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects
here we go" Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever Tell me, which one? They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind Look down the barrel of
knows!) I wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a G I couldn't let my adversaries worry me and every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof
die tonight It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools
me become a psycho Walkin thru tha cemetary, talkin to my homies that was buried, say my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried, forgive me please
My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick I like my
bullets sprayed They laid me down Down among the frowns Below the ground somewhere Somewhere This went through my head Down the garden path I was led Got cooked in some oven Baked me
a strain on me That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me I rather have them dollar bills rain on me Then let them haters come and make the name
strain on me That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me I rather have them dollar bills rain on me Then let them haters come and make the name
m winding down to nothing Human smoke that fills the air What can you believe? That is the question I have you on a string Something yet up my sleeve Bury me
quarantined Women they comin' with sorcery I'm livn' with curses, smokin wed... (Bone Thugs Burn me Don't bury me Hurry 'fore my momma see me Somebody
