a scar across my Your knife, my back Your knife, my back Your knife, my back Your knife, my back You left me with a scar across my back
Your words are shallow and dull against my skin. Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within. I don't appreciate the words you say behind my back, but
Übersetzung: Kids In The Way. Ihre Messer, My Back.
KING"! } [50 Cent:] I like my bitches fast, jus' like the Porsches Switch gears, ride at like 500 horses. Your now rockin' with the boss of the bosses My
yourself again And then complain That you didn't like the way I put the knife in wrong You didn't like the the way My blood spilled on your Brand New
saw battlin But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
put wives at risk with a knife like this (AHHH!!) Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now I'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape
my throat I dwell in the heart of the hell, but never fell Po'nine scopin' me the whole time, they close behind My wants just as big as my needs, so it
House Gang is my life And I'm gon' ride til I die, ride til I die, til the day I lose my life I'm an Animal, oh, and House Gang is my life And I'm gon
they slept nautious Broken windows with cannisters, hidden cameras Masked man at the top of the bannister Shattered glass everywhere, someone pushed his man down the stairs A knife in the back
Me rugged is my stylee no way not dire Busta now me comin' straight grimy Ragamuffin sound boy, betta watchya back now Comin' not gonna back down Wacky
me now, corner-back style Everytime they pass the microphone you would think I was a moss viking My style touch-down, your style need a touch-up Even
so long, but so long as mommy's a maid Cookin' and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin' Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have
when your life ain't right See niggaz smile up in your face and stick a knife in your back Snakes shake your hand and got his dick up in your wife back
your hood I'm el pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice Break my cipha, I'm get at you Slice you
is one of the brightest. And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest. And Dr. Jeezy can fix your back up the nicest. Authritist in my hand from
ya Give it right back and it goes Take that Take that Cutting off your fun You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun We can dance but your chances
