is real to me, don't lean on me I'm not your cain Don't wish me away, I'm not your pain Don't bury me, I'm not dead yet Don't pray for me, Don't Now
Übersetzung: LA Guns. Nicht Pray.
down Let off a round, check it how it sounds [Chorus: Inspectah Deck (all)] Statepens ain't part of the plan Need weed, guns & grams? (I can handle that
: (feat. Beanie Siegel & Memphis Bleek) [Memphis] Yeah, check it Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck And I also tote guns in case my dram pop
You degrade ya self, upgrade ya self Don't eva let real cats see you do that again We got knowledge and street scholars We really live this life, we don't
was a guest on Jerry Springer wit desert eagle, tech meezle a [???] a nigga, a drop a ??? I die a lil nigga leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer slit ya throat
And start blazin', this shit got a nigga agein' I'ma die a gangsta nigga, ain't no changin' A G faithfully, mama pray for me Yo nigga, go to school, stay
a piece Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer What? She don't know I like my guns pretty? Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies I heard a
props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit K K K pray each day
oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't
I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch If the good die
cleanse yo' mind I pray it opens up your eyes 'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all So we live for the present time Next time you in the A-T-L get
eviction notice, Arrive like the infant joseph, with a grudge to ceasar, Like the blood of jesus, I told the judge they don't love us, We don't love
a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes
dead, don't ask me shit I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch They say the good die young
millennium (Millennium) Money makin' plenty 'em You hear that L O X, L O X, L O X, we here {Yo, Kiss man I'm tired, I'm not doin' a verse today, man
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North Don't make me get my
me a piece Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer What? She don't know I like my guns pretty? Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies I heard a
