he knew he'd breathed his last breath [Hook:] He took a breath and he knew he'd breathed his last breath "Don't ask me why, cause I'm down in a suit
Übersetzung: IMP. The Last Breath.
' Cuz the shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin' Cuz I ain't half steppin', when I come for the chop I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob That I'm
next? At last, I'm literally loungin black Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I
thugs with no brains got no patience New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician and flatten composition A pain, I'm like Saddam
Ripsta, sinster creeper reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver When I'm
an accordion. I ain't trying to pretend that I'm the hardest, But honest, I'm a beast talkin' Just garbage. I'm lightweight, I'm a lean 215, Routhless
, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend
perfect So this is my cassette I'm sendin you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doin 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
Once again, I'm back in the diss mode I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload on this so-called government we've got If I lied like them, I think I
stained glass kings I'm the last hope for mankind like what the Nazareth seen Magnificent, beef? I'll blast from the genes No agent or booth, I stay in
but I toke enuff second hand to make my fuckin P.O. choke I'm an OG, you're fuckin with a GI Joe Bia Bia, mia meo a vida loca I'm a psycho, Mariah aint
composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up
I'm the type of nigga that likes to breathe And I'm the type of nigga that'll roll my sleeves Oh, but there's a tussle I'm down to kick some butthole
askin where the fuck I'm at Yeah (nigga you invadin my spaaaaace) Tryin to see where I'm at, tryin to be where I'm at all the fuckin time C'mon (you invadin
no matter where I roam I feel right at home And that's the real shit You got more than you bargained for; hit the floor I pull a fast one to let you
