Pop, I think you're a fuckin homo Hey thanks for payin for my college, I'm learnin a lot I'm learnin a million, I'm learnin a bunch of shit Like how to
Übersetzung: Proof. Verrückt.
Street shit is what I'm into You got it I'm comin' to get you Don't hesitate nigga or the B.G. gone have to split you I'm down for whatever I'm a ass
as Sour D. Nigga was courage cowardly? State Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team, Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder and a nose full
bangin in gangs you a'int a crip like Snoop you a'int a blood like Game, see I've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead
say, d?you wanna spin another line like we had a good time not that I need proof swell, we're living in a hotel someone's ringing my bell in a room without
's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game
put my seeds on it [Kastro] You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a
me a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard ni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M
for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly
I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss before the homies
, point the finga I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops I brought proof that the niggaz
1 2, 1 2, ya'll niggas know just how I do Let's get more paper, more bread It grind time I ain't fuckin round kid Got a new case d's ain't got no proof Got a
to avoid a vaginal disorder I'm a savage on your daughter She ain't in the college dorm Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her I'm a
guns - I'm D, man! (YEEEEAH!) [gunshot] [Chorus: 50 Cent] I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout
tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shit's like a
name on it, I'm serious, sometimes it seems like I'm playin' Dump a shell case in your face, The D's got 40?. They tryna find a rat or call it a cold
wake up, stare at the ceilin', I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin', I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers, It's a habit I'm always prepared
