, you've got it made? And you're trying to play the hero I thought you never walk home in the dark I think it's time for truth And the truth is you've
Übersetzung: Jam. Time For Truth.
And you think you've got it made And you trying to play the hero But you never walk home in the dark I think it's time for truth And the truth is you
more time I drop sumpin' on y'all It's like... it's like What's it like? My microphones and glock nines Black? I'm dipped in that The beats, my mash, jam you for
should spit this slow Fuck no go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no He ain't had of a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed They
should spit this slow Fuck no! Go for broke His cup just runneth over, oh no He aint had a real buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed
go for broke, his cup just runneth over oh no he aint had a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed, they?ve been waiting patiently for Pinnochio
niggas who wear gold and jewels Diamond rings, strapped with tools I take no shorts cause I been in it for the long one, the strong one Gotta tell the truth
into your ride, pushed the speed to the limit Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it Now you're at the jam but in for a shock Stupid big
: People,it's time for the Ice crush So listen to my words I bring much Sense,as I commence,my lirycs intense Get telephoto,break out your big lens Look
thug, YouTube goon HOUSE NIGGA! Your food get chewed up rude I see you like to put your world online Ain't nobody checking for you, they checking for
tellin' dirty jokes my mother overheard and washed my mouth out with soap Now as I grew I always knew what it was for me to do never front just be blunt and always tell the truth
all your fans recognize fools' gold is worthless? .. [Chorus] Anybody, can think of a dope punchline Anybody, can make three syllables rhyme Anybody, can flow for a long ass time
sponsor, lady?" She says "Bill Gates" "What are you born, '77 or '78?" She said "nah goes way to an earlier date" Slave times, played for slave said
moment of peace? For every G that fell for his flag in the streets Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin' Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin' Or just for
willin, another sound boy killin I'm hot bitch I don't catch cold or catch feelings The truth be the ghetto youth And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man
: (I think it's time I start feeling bitchy I've been too nice too long Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) Millie Jackson (Gon' be some shit
