Still I wanna' be Where you sleep Where you laugh Where you breathe! And I hate to say Still I sway! Brown your eyes Gone away Now I wanna' be Someday
I wanna be Where you sleep, where you laugh Where you breathe and I hate to say Still I swear, brown your eyes and gone away Now I wanna be (Someday
Übersetzung: Nine Days. Wanna Be.
the job playa Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one rhyme sayer [Chorus] [BG] I like to look good, be shy, on my side keep my nine on Playa haters wanna spill
niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money
, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can't keep my nine straight, Sippin' on this
wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns The days
need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me and my niggaz on the streets, man listen Cause these ain't the old days
I'm askin for Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move
my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this" Don't wanna
be a high roller Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster Mac-11 blaster, and I run faster Than a lot of cops I can't be stopped till my head gets popped
on me, call If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance I'll be there in an instant Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover I'd be
fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days
think you should worry Them bullets come in flurrie, next thing you know you're buried YEAH!!! I do away with nine niggas in nine days My nine sprays,
nine is twenty four seven on watch [Chorus:] Smile n**** my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile n**** my next album might be my last, yeah,
workin' a nine-to-five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work For all of my days that I run
