Übersetzung: Mittel. On The Broken.
will find them again We will find them again This is life this is happening because we're standing before forever This is my heart on the broken I will
the person inside it and that's never been any clearer I miss our family and I miss all my friends If you had it to do over your do it over again Cause I would, it means
and a lot of hoes conversation It's B.G and L.T. Never had a friend like him He never had a friend like me Snorted half a grand of dope On the flight together Broke
given 50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke puttin change on
you fast On his own so early on too young for such a task Took the bull by the horn sometimes that bull was mean And only at it stoking on that runaway
, cause it was quiet on the Stet So I'm givin you a taste of how funky I can get Kickin a do-re-mi-fa-suck-my-{TASTE} Twelve cuts on the LP, so what's
tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch Hammerhat flyer than a bag of ass And Jane's a fucking acrobat, I'll flip her on a mattress Last straw
hit the floor so When she left, it didn't break my heart it broke my torso Making my eyes ache, stalking her MySpace Posted a new pic, I mean it when
by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch Hammerhat flyer than a bag of ass, and jane's a fucking hawk i'll flip her on a mattress last straw, fuck that
you to good But when you broke Your friends and your enemy's They love you Chi-Chi get the Yayo Picture me being crack out of ten trips on the train Chi
me Stevey a pump fucker with Shanqua get mean quick Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick The blocks hot D's jump out on us almost all the time
know what you been thinkin? But you get out line and swoop hit you upside the head Media they right whatever they choose The cops stay on my ass so I stay on
, I thrived on misery Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest until I got that Thug Life tatted on my
: (Intro x5) Maybe its the thug in me (verse 1) Ever since I was a young scrub I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin drugs Im runnin from
t stop On my block [Chorus] Maybe life is but a dream Hard times is all we've seen (On my Block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we
house what was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped cause niggaz died over bullshit - it's not my dream I'm seein pictures of a broken man,
: [2Pac] Get on yo' knees ni**a Get on yo' knees and pray Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my