Il primo della classe porta gli occhiali Il primo della classe c'ha gli stivali Il primo della classe e paraculato Il primo della classe e uno sfigato
Continui pensieri, diversi e confusi, ti rodono dentro Non ti lasciano dormire e pensi a lui Cerchi di capire dove hai sbagliato E sulle cose chiare
Scivolo sulla pelle tua, il fuoco nasce e cresce dentro me, brucia le distanze che adesso piccole appartengono a noi, e una melodia che al ritmo dell
Abbiamo una relazione anormale Basata sulla tua felicita Non ascolti mai le mie parole Dimmi come fai Io ti voglio solamente amare Io ti voglio solamente
E tu lo sai che correre distante senza di me Ti portera soltanto dove il sole non c'e E regnera il buio di cio che non sei, di cio che vorrai E chiederti
: [B.G.] I fuck with them junkies, killers, and car jackers Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head
do So I gather up my clique, load up the fucking iron gas up the creep mobile, jump in that bitch and ride When I catch ya I'ma do ya, I'ma smoke ya, I'ma kill
trigger, but it needed to be done because lifes been killing me ever since it begun you cant blame me because im too young you cant blame me, sure the killer
, I don't wanna hear them anymore Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being So they start smoking
a motherfuckin, joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke Daaamn, don't get me started My mama smoked so God
the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn self, but I see
slight cold. Nigga. Better live your life to the fullest, You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it. Cause even when they kill
in the fog Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz [Chorus: sung] Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side
knockin coppers off the motherfuckin planet Word to the motherfuckin nine nigga We gonna make this motherfucker ours If they don't feel me, they gon kill
all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can fuck her like no other now them other bitches wanna
: Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
I gotta get that money I'll be damned if I'm bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'Cause they frontin' 20 years, of watching my mama's tears Got my heated, heavily weeded Smoking
don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack
