Hello, how are you? Hello, how are you? It's good to see you again Hello, where are you? I've been trying to reach you in vain Hello Hello, how are
Übersetzung: No Mercy. Hallo How Are You.
are you? If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true? Motherfucker, I sat back and watched You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended
m writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you Love you, if you didn't know I feel this way How I, think about you every
and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground* These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still
Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you
you until you're broke and when you're broke, they move onto the next dope and there you are, can't even pay your car, nope and when you reminisce thinkin how you
' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan To be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned Scams are plotted over grams
death of you Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you If you dont know who you are,how
nothing to pretend how i miss you There's a part of me i don't wanna be got nothing left to lose Trying to forget that we ever met how i miss you I
was in hell So you look around the tiny room and you wonder where the hell you are While the K.K.K. convention are all stranded in the bar They wear hoods
hurt me no more) That's right bitch: and I don't need you, don't want to see you Bitch you get (no love) You show me nothing but hate You ran me into
in hell you will rot Breaking the cross turning it upside down Acting like fools they are the devil's clowns Call of the gods evil ones Burn in hell you
are you Sarakana? Arnold Schwarzenegger, can kill who he wanna? In California, they strap you to a gurney And murder yo' ass, in front of your attorney Do you
is how I do them stank-hoes You should hear how she sounds with a cock And her boots get knocked, from here to Czechoslovakia Two are on top, one on the
t save you, your family?s gone You?re waiting on your judgment at the foot of the throne Will you beg for some mercy? Will you cop some pleas? Will you
the fire you will burn Rhyming's not a question of one superiority But rather how you delegate the use of your authority I know who you are, and I know who you are
your boots and drawers Hopin to get you sprung like bell-bottoms, steadily callin me Antwan cause you thinkin that you my lady bitch don?t play me cause you
