: Don't take another step until you decide What it is that you want and where you're sleeping tonight It's no skin off my back or bones, If you wanna
Don't take another step until you decide What it is that you want and where you're sleeping tonight It's no skin off my back or bones, If you wanna go
Übersetzung: Hit The Lights. Drei Oh Nine.
on rows, front row I'ma 223 grabber Bust or block hitter Project kidnapper Rookie nigga wig splitter Make copies for the rapture It's all on you nigga Oh
ve seen grown rappers shed tears In the streets how little niggas growin' gray hairs See nine out of ten try to rhyme But I've been spittin' lines Since eighty nine
to church (never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot
time grow eight, react nine blow Hydro slide raw like fuck Renaldo Fly ride though, shit lookin wild dope then glide yo, flippin the page, I go Watch five-oh
glock with the 4-5 Four five in the mornin it don't stop, day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop) blue lights snap me back to reality I hit the
a family Yo Kan stop playin what the fuck are you sayin? Remember them chicks from da Brick 'round nine six That we seen when we hit a lick by the projects? Oh
Finest" compilation *2 - the version here appears in the video, and on a DJ Clue mixtape [Intro] (Ladies) Oh yeah mutha fucka that's that shit Oh come
turn on your TV ya hit the channel to one eighty-seven faculty look in the light you'll see that sista, "hey LSG" oh with the stogie-ogie-ogie now follow
The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the
souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left
town, hit king from seven crowns Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat Up in three-oh-nine
Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Nine-nine spit
'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me Make 'em freeze Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me Infa, red, lights and
