s no mistake, she's got it all There's no mistake Her coloured hair, her fashion sense The way she walks. It's what she wore There's no mistake, she's got it
Übersetzung: Kill The Young. Sie ist Got It All.
ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more it's in stacks My nose is close now I see that ain't where it's at My hoes done elevated i'm on another
knees, Jesus Please, just peep the Crystal Method where I take a fucking beat, strip it naked then I wreck it It's no question, Sweatshirt's O.F And you
jesus please, just peep the crystal method where I take a fucking beat, strip it naked then I wreck it It's no question, Sweatshirt's OF and you can
'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' itback y'all! Break it down now! [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] All alone on a Saturday night Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all
let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed
, watchin as your mother cries? Will all your homies ride? Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died? Young niggaz on a mission to compete
my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap And they wonder why it's hard bein black Dear Lord can ya
the fullest Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol motherfucker better pull it And even if they kill me They can never take the life of a young G I'm gettin
Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself with all these backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth
til we drop Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, cause she's a lie Now it's time to
you get your ass taxed, bring a gat back That's not the way we made it [Soul] That's just the way it is [both] Slangin rocks, in front of niggaz kids
cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain't s**t y'all could tell us Fellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's
keyz Ah slide through da p's Neck like mr. t's N it's 99 degrees but ma wrist on freeze I'll risk it all for da love uh da doe So ma mother can go where
all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all
