) Think about, think about me (Think about me, babe) Think about, think about me (oh) Think about, think about me Think about, think about me Think about
Übersetzung: Ewig. Think About Me.
the law we gon' blast We creepin', sweepin' to catch these niggas slippin' Every hood we think they be in we dippin' Even through people, all through people yard Believe me
house Cause my mama say I'm good for nothin, so I'm out Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins Let me make it and I'll never steal
live eternal, who shall I fear? Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear I hope they bury me and send me to my rest Headlines readin MURDERED
any further, let's talk about friends. [Bizzy] My mind can't hate 'em, and even all ah tha people gotta support me when I'm gonna buck it all tha way
We talkin' about distributing llelo Little Layzie beat it Daily collectin' me bank roll Rollin' wid Trues, nothing to lose Never the less ain't about
[Chorus] [Big B] Call me a secret weapon I think the war is on And when they ask em who is he It's 7th sign and bone Call me a secret weapon When
tell me what'cha gonna do (Now tell me what...) When there ain't no where to run When judgment comes for you (When judgment comes for you) Now tell me
'm dying, slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere, just take me there, just take me there, just take me there. Lie to me
its not what you see in that scene you know what I mean? I?m telling you right now true love is sacrifice. Love is thinking about others before you think about
: I cannot get up by the howling cry Just justify my longing to die, Bury me down at last, I think about it in the shadows and cry! Can scissors heal
: So you think everybody's an open door and you're convinced you have to give much more to your mind their demeanour indicates concern well, you'll be
it or hate, like it or not I really gives a fuck what rabbit gets shot Sedidate me, baby, lately, I've been crazy, Caught up in the world of madness can't phase me
a fuck about me And ya see, that I ain't got no hope Somebody help me cope with this mental stress [Chorus] Lock me up and throw away the key God took
3X*} This kids mom died when he was just fifteen Left with his house his pops was a dope fiend Who didn't give a fuck about him He even thinks that
I have wrote it, I wonder what you'll think about it Will you say it's Gospel rap or would you say "That brotha bout it"? I wonder, but don't care about
