With your slipshed [unverified] watch in back And skinny, skinny people don?t like that When you call on them, spell me Spritzer on ice in New York City Isn?t
Übersetzung: Pflaster. At \u0026amp; t.
: [Mac] Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G. You can't see me It's like that in 96 y'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give em a lil respect We doin' it
at ya She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain'
my flows complete, it's flawed Get raw energy, exposed for the whole globe to see Yeah you know it's me, I'm back at it again Elevating the bar, haters
we at it again A desert eagle and a black mack 10 And neva know what happend When we come through them cowards dont want none They screamin at they murderas
and it doesn't seem to be getting much better theres kids playing games on the pavement drawing waves on the pavement shadows of the planes on the pavement
: I'm gonna make sure you never forget me Konvict Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, haha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin
the way it gotta be Yeah," that's what he said "Don't tell a soul, if you love me son" He gave me a hug. I said, "I won't 'Cause I know how it's done
he wants to give away she looks at him dead in the eye, spits on the street and says "ho, I don't need your money, I don't need your time I'm on my
I am waiting for the day . . . Midnight Not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight The withered leaves collect at
a perfect man I don't believe in the stars And then you smiled at my pretence As you broke down my defenses Just wanna be where you are Loving ain't
their faces now Cause I'm unsigned making a couple thous for rapping in front of crowds. But because where I'm from these dudes don't take me serious
last him? He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him Ask him (HEY!) what's ya main hobby? He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery So don't
if you can't be good, at least be honest to your babies The strength of Ras Tafari I'm hoping someday maybe They don't obey their parents maybe they will
around In everywhere the cities burn in flames The war doesn't give any rest The anger is the only rule You don't give a damn But someday sooner or
