New jersey devil hahaha dont worry about me i aint no body im jus go come sit down o..a... by there n then ima get the fuck outt yo way so u can goo
Übersetzung: The Game. Put Me Under.
: New jersey devil hahaha dont worry about me i aint no body im jus go come sit down o..a... by there n then ima get the fuck outt yo way so u can goo
stand knew Baby and hit him up told him I had skills he needed to peep me up he did that snatch me him Slim and Fresh was feelin me took me to studio
out the drum When it come down to one-eight-seven I don't play When it come down to you or me, it won't be me Got quick hands, call me "Quick Draw", I
let me act bad I know you gon' let me go off, let me show my ass I know you gon' let me show off, make haters mad Got game to make your wife cheat, give me
Being all the way true to the game is how I was raised Niggas I came up under got nothing but street ways Niggas I came up under tote nothing but AK's They sat me down schooled me
me I got a graveyard under my belt (forgive me lawd) I done walked in the killer shoes The drug dealer shoes Done bad masked up and gave niggas blues I been in the game
shot took me under I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number [B.G.] Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back Plot it out, I put me
this evenin Leavin the scene not breathin Me and the Hot Boyz ride Cheif and gettin high Beef and niggas die when me and the Hot Boyz ride Girlfriend under
in a shell I ain't no mutt, I ain't no monkie, far from being a duck believe me I can swim so come in that water, try your luck You gonna drown, guarantee you go under
Playa hater leave you bloody It's money and rearer Can't see clearly But ya' still hear me Four steps comin' quickly Can you feel me Better kill me before
daddy in the Caddy The F-E-Ds smashed me Picture they thought they had me BG shinin so hard that they tryin to harrass me But they let me go, cause we
the stress The pressure can't take anymore Put your fist through the bathroom door Your mind - breaking the code Your mind - breaking away Collapsing under
pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice, you can call me the don. [chorus] Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll put
