Übersetzung: Hatschi Boys. Gone But Not Forgotten.
ll catch a nigga cut with two S.Ks. Yall fake like two large silicon breasts What you forgot head busts leave bloody messes I leave dreadlocks in ya tennis Buck, boys
six shot and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going
So much for Saturdays and other days when lives are at stake. God forgive us for the hatred, for the risks that we take. Boys forget promises from both
for that, for telling lies like that so well that I believed it. I never felt cheated. You were the chosen one, the pure eyes of Noah's dove. Choir boys
: The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted
born and brought up in Cleveland Cool quiet just like my daddy When I wuz thuggin out in the alley With my boys in a stolen Caddie I wuz shootin the pree
the heatseeker, cock a rocket Are quick to be forgotten Props to all of my hustlas who are in it, lined in 'em gutta When them ghetto boys making up like
: There is no beginning to the story A bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot in turn Is studied once again It's a shocking
chest and Rastafari is his name The gift of everlasting life for us to all sustain Lesson that you all forgot Lesson taught you all forgot Rasta call
t tell us any better. It?s a tale you gotta live to know. Yeah the story y?all shot is from the book I wrote I?ve forgotten more then you?ll ever know
He wasn't a crook, but he couldn't be conned. John knew the difference between right and wrong. Say Johnny me boy, you live no longer, Others forgotten
clock They caught you under medication You could be in for a shock Thinking up the alibis that ev'ryone's forgotten Just another mummy's boy gone to rotten They pat some good boys
What the fuck good does that do me now But somehow I know you're near me in presence Or I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them Two little beautiful boys
Cause uh somethin' smells a lil fishy And I don't like the way his boys keep lookin' at me So homie come get me, Shut up boys what up though I see you
woogie bang bang don't stop P-p-p-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
and bees without flowers Girls be strong, boys don't cower Stand by your seat, scream and shower Oh, how the sweet can turn sour Birds and bees without flowers Girls be strong, boys
don't recall why we are still pretending I turned myself in for crimes I didn't committ I needed to feel truly innocent There was a song, and I forgot
