friendship will be one that lasts forever and you know i will always be there for you when i saw you, and you told me, i knew you'd always BE THERE
Übersetzung: Over My Dead Body. Seien es.
it like a dog Wobble on the wall Twurk it how she twurk it While she work it, girl ya body picture perfect Uh bend it over fa me, let me tickle ya middle
: Wassup man Look, this for my people You heard me my dog Man I miss my dog My dog know I miss him to But I feel it man I feel them all in my heart I
B.G. get burnt I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour
cut [Lloyd Banks:] And i'm a rapper's rapper so don't be stealin' my punchlines man I'm hearin' ya'll out there [50 Cent:] Nah you can steal my lines
got reds in my bed I get blues looking out of my window And we're never alone, there's a tap on the phone And my pillow Let me go home (There's a girl
bring us more of an insight to this section Especially when we start discussing the dead's resurrection Remember Paul wrote, those who are sleeping "That past on" Won't be passed over
all my misery, is there a close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years for my dead homeboys and my
at my chest much too young to bite tha bullet hand on tha trigga I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it I hope I live to be a man must be part
Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my
t know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 2: Prodigy] Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack
: What is wrong with her eyes? A glossy stare that won't leave me be starts my blood running cold A gaze that could make hell freeze over I have to understand
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong [
that much. It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow
never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn
and men of high degree. There was none but Jackie Frazier, her true love e'er to be, Oh, her true love e'er to be. "Oh daughter, oh daughter, your body
on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends til the law ends, flossin Rollin in my Benz I