dedicate my time I still don't see the truth No I still don't see the truth so how long will it take me to say Where have I, wasted all my time? On you
Übersetzung: Kein Motiv. My Time.
G Unit Motherfucker You Move,I'll Flash My 2 And Blast My 2 G Unit Nigga,You Don't Know Me And I Don't Know You, You Think You Know My Crew G Unit [Lloyd
baby youll be my soulja And i know it takes some time and you gotta lot of questions on you mind But relax in due time Heaven aint hard to find [
motive by making motherfuckers fry Got me runnin from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops Helicopters tryin to hover over niggaz til we drop Got no time for the courts, my
, that taunting ring [Chorus] [Stat Quo] Ha ha, yeah right bitch Spend some time with my dick In most cases - Stat's attitude is "fuck a bitch" My only motive
holy fallacy, the filthy blood of Christian seed. Akin to the looming serpent we've patiently anticpated. The time to rise is upon us. My lord, I kneel
But your actions are contradicting "I never should have walked away" you say, and pretend I'm not listening Did you even have a motive this time? Well
your blue walls get in the way of these facts Honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks You said "Here
go to ensure the end? Our actions, our motives will go down in history as the F.D.R theory. More often then not time is our enemy. More often then not
the accolades, Im the reason you can find my city on an atlas page, Half a million dollars later and my taxes paid, And I'm still spendin money from my
: No one looks in this place for motive or any hope But for the dead shot of an amber glass The blue light of a votive The rain obscured the window
got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters Till you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my
I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars...
. After my dagger enters, blood drips from ya liver I set up real world niggaz out like I'm Tommy Hilfiger Take the motive vibe, eye of a killer Place
no motive for this crime Jenny was a friend of mine So come on, oh come on, oh come on I know my rights, I've been here all day and it's time For me
me over the skull with a crime motive They made a toast to my death, I rose to my feet With the heat close to my flesh May I say these last words to my