, when you're gone I miss you so much I do the only thing I can do I pray for you, I pray for you Oh, I pray for you Oh, I light a candle, watch it burn
Übersetzung: Rich, John. Ich bete für euch.
I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money
is where he saw her last And there's old John, two dollars in his pocket Talking loud and thinks he's rich And look for little fool, too cool to go to
and say this with me: ?Father I thank you, for forgiving me, for everything I ever done, for Jesus walking with me, for dying for me, raising for me,
niggas wear Maybelline throwin up peace cuz you know that I got you [??? ??? ??? ???] but I cop too Killa! Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog! 57 venomous! When I bust
too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for
I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch, I got
I come, I comin' with my gun I'm shootin' in the head police now what I tell you life is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, can't
til the day I D-I-E For my L-I-F and E No matter where I look that's all I see And I know These days, you gotta be strapped I'm already knowin' ain't
fluncking high school I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned Said I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed You
Stick it in! I read the papers, looking for the news All I see is excuses for irrelevance If you thought no-one was dying then you'd be excused It's
by Is this is where he saw her last And there's old John, two dollars in his pocket Talkin' loud and thinks he's rich And look for little fool, too cool
damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug shit You can be touched I catch you slipping while I'm on
a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, i mean thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile
You won't get far - ?®fore they stop you Watch you, then bop through on a late night and pop you(bow!) Brag they shot you and celebrate Make their props
