Übersetzung: No ID. Die Real Gewicht.
me and my man NO I.D. Penetrate and carry real weight [Hook:] Invisible forces control all you see Good life and luxury comes naturally It's the real weight I
d's n f's cuz I didnt want to behave I was the class clown Christopher raise hair I show my dick to them hoes and I get expelled yeah I get punished
don't miss Cuz that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed If I live I live, if I die it's cool Cuz I know for sure when I was here that I was
shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't be no faker, I play
tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with
I ride, I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd And motherfucker's die It's not the way I wanna live
and dodge you like snitches I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches [Chorus] [E.D.I.] That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope
out, rollin down a dirt road But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh
cracked in half you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked Must I say some more you weighed
plan of a changed man So what I'm saying is [Chorus] I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (Fucking with a changed man) I slang a new
my upbringin, I spit that thug shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands on tight, cause I ain't givin up I'd rather duck these motherfuckers
and get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die
know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don
I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm hit once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my
I'd rather keep my jim' in my shorts than save a hoe I have to go and serve state time There's always somebody talkin 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar
that I am better than these 'veterans' They are sleeping on me like I been Given them sedatives Sometimes I wish I had better Friends and better peers Cause I