I suppose its my fault again [CHORUS] Sometimes we don't see eye to eye But I don't ask too many questions why Sometimes we don't see eye to eye But
suppose its my fault again CHORUS Sometimes we don?t see eye to eye But I don?t ask too many questions why Sometimes we don?t see eye to eye
Übersetzung: Just Jack. Eye To Eye.
its my fault again CHORUS Sometimes we don?t see eye to eye But I don?t ask too many questions why Sometimes we don?t see eye to eye But I don
with that jack shit You bought going to war for yours I'm bought the same ol' shit You takes one of mine we doing' the same ol' shit Eye for eye and its
and car jackers Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas Niggas who pimp platinum Benzes and bubble-eye
nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti. Unload it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw. Chorus repeats Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols. Keep an eye
to go No matter how far I find To let you know That You're not alone So tell me why you changed Choosing new direction In a blink of an eye My time away just
tricks never shut me up Touch one of mine on everything I own I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga All out warfare, eye for eye Last
the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Someone that you think that you can trust is just Another way to die Another tricky
they'll listen Dirty game, I feel the same And do I think her career woulda jumped if she just laid down A tear in her eye, baby don't cry And then she
it like this, yeah? Kray Jackson? Remember the killa, the lyrical beast? I'm gon' murda ya! Up in you like a hernia. You suck, I'm just confirmin' ya
out for the rollers duckin these haters they wanna face Well I keep my heat And it ain't no peace and fuck tha police Come out the house all eye's on
ting, you're a boomting Maybe more than a hotel room ting I'll never know if I just walk past I really want to dance so I guess I'll just ask She ain
my daddy died. I never got a chance to see him. Never heard nothing but bad things about him. Mama, I'm depending on you, tell me the truth. And Mama just
B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker! Ha! Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em,
: [feat. Slaughterhouse] [Verse 1: Eminem] Life handed me lemons I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it By now you just
