vato right behind ya ready to blind ya You can diss me and you can hide but you know I'm gon find ya [Chorus] It's me and my shadow Creeping through
Übersetzung: Mr. Shadow. Me And My Shadow.
and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit My pistols smoke yo shit Lets go for dolo bitch And watch me flow yo shit Mr. Makaveli movin' pieces
into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And
, a new in it root, for street wise Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers Puttin prophet's in their pockets And lock it till I promise [
that's in my clique My man smoke Know how to expand coke And Mr coffee Feds cost me 2 mil to get the system off me Life's a bitch But god forbid the
fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pump shot
made it look like they both killed each other And I'm out (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
llama BLAH! [Verse 2:] An introduction to my murderous plot I got so many wicked ways And they start on yo block (One) Label you my bitch (Two) I let
the chrome llama BLAH!! [Verse 2] An introduction to my murderous plot I got so many wicked ways And they start on yo block (One) Label you my bitch (
my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle And snap back and battle my own shadow cus ya'll
same, In this shadow play, shadow play, Shadow play, shadow play I can't run away. From this shadow play, shadow play, this shadow play Well help me find my
yuh innah yuh damn face? Roach tell yuh me bow, wrong man wrong place Dahlia wipe har pussy pon yuh long face Copper scatta head twenty-one place Me and
my folks got murdered by the popo They tip-toed to unload exposed and cover up in coco Count me so don't doubt me cause up in my town There their ain'
into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feet I have no one to meet And
on the Lo where Mr. 'Cause we comin' with hammers and drivers With the buddahs and rugars and shot cruisers and rovers Diamond crooks takin' it over With razors and
my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked, except for toffee wrappers And this morning's papers, Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and
straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle And snap back and battle my own shadow