Übersetzung: Mittel. Burned Into Me.
What more could I say That could make this last That could make up for all this wasted time You are burned into my memory You are burned into me now
Yayo Picture me being crack out of ten trips on the train Chi-Chi get the Yayo Picture me being crack Oh, you go You can sniff me, cut me ill turn you
of bub Mami I got that Ex if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed [50
Wasting away from you I watched you fall, I hope that you will break Now burn with me and let me melt away Now burn with me and watch me melt away As
since you was a younger boy So keep the movement going - you gotta stand firm Don't be ashamed of the truth, and let your flame burn They got me locked
me comin up with just to see another day Might be me who bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn
got them like hit the... turn them into motherfucking thugs nigger They'll be... come bear with me, hang with us, same niggers go to jail with me Bang
in introducing: 50 Cent ! 50 Cent It’s bottle after bottle The money ain’t a thang when you party with me Its what we into its simple We ball out of
you got 4 bitches that are just dead, really get into it, start being there for themselves, you know what I mean? I talk A bitch into anything man. You gotta listen o me
Kobe] [Nas] If you say murder that means I'm a Thug Poet If I say my mind kills that means I'm a Thug Poet If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a
mad but do I mind? no, I don?t think so ?cause every day I wake up I feel like a genuine super hero it?s like a beast that cannot rest and it?s burned into
sacrifice something i really love feel it melt into my hands and let it burn - all night long ever since the day it all began massive walls surrounding me
us to tell them what to burn into the groove we're just gonna sit and let them make the first move the radio obsession doesn't mean a thing to me i don
m on some thin ice You push me too far Welcome to my nightmare No more Mr. Nice Guy You can steal my car And drive it into the lake You can stick me
they fall (they fall) I love the shorties who be all thong up She wani me hit it up against the wall (Holla at me dog!) (Repeat) BM: Well into a musical
protect my position, my corner, my layer While we out here, say the hustlas prayer If the game shakes me or breaks me I hope it makes me a better man
it All they want is [a boom, boom, boom, boom] Hey y?all, John Coltraine yeah he plays the sax Me, myself I love to max Up in the studio laying tracks Burn