Why do I do the things I do Sometimes I feel like I am so insecure If I could learn a thing or two from you Then popular opinion I could ignore You are
Übersetzung: Jump 5. Why Do I Do.
Why do I do the things I do Sometimes I feel like I am so insecure If I could learn a thing or two from you Then popular opinion I could ignore You
me clips slide in the K Play whit me I'll spin your bin every day I refuse to lose I paid dues to jump I'm on a come up I I got the twelth gauge on pump
Boy, I'm not a Repper Boy A High Stepper Boy, a Hollowpeno, Pepper Boy Red Hot, I bet 'cha Mami when ya jump on me, I hit ya spot I like to see you hoes
And running, running And- In this context there's no disrespect So when I bust my rhyme you break your necks We got 5 minutes for us to disconnect From
in my Benz I go against the grain see, we ain't go change I take an eye for a eye Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin cry. Rock a bye bye, nigga
me Jump in my 5 double 0 B-E-N-Z XL and I hit the freeway [Chorus] [Bizzy] Might wanna be in church nine o'clock sunday Never know I might bust on you
cradle to the grave You gotta hustle to get paid I'm so thuggish in my ways I usually go hard for days I ain't gon' slow down I speed up And mash on your
yeah yeah), Chris Webby (yeah yeah uh) I'm a do me (yeah yeah uh) See I'm a do me (yeah yeah uh) [Chorus: Rotimi] I don't really wanna grind no more '
Genocide Its a Genocide Its Genocide 5th Floor cooking raw Had my own supply Cause of capitalist ways That was back in the days So now I do rap and it
the track and I'm a really let a muthafucka feel it, when I do it, how I do it, what I do If a nigga really wanna test (come and test), you can bet that
these bitches that's right, I'm the new Bible You? You 5.0, me? I'm all grounded to punishments, but I'm too fly though Y'all niggas be winin', I should
th beer Homie chill listen, I swear, I'm God; I give tracks a holy feel (Holyfield) And they bite ears I'm right here, why wouldn't I be, just waiting
same shit every nigga done in his life, I livin this why (??), speak long (??), what I blow when I write, so why, should I, ever fear another man, if he bleed like I
click I guess I loose I didn't win So I decide to do it again and again Now it's gettin' borin' 'cause I keep on loosin' I guess I'm kinda cruisin' for
me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at But they too close
Man Tha Flair Got Em Smokin Otta Coke Cans Rubba Bands Extra Grams Gucci Man Yes I Am Can You Cook This Work I Think I Can I Think I Can First Ya Count
