Übersetzung: So They Say. Sie gefragt, wo sind wir jetzt?.
making up for lost times. You asked where are we are we now, we are exactly nowhere and it's not about denial. Sharpening my words to make an impact. I'm so
We still clique - everything you break, you can't fix We caught up in the mix, but V.L. still the shit I represent mine in every motherfuckin' rhyme You
but so many questions [Verse 1] Who what when where why Be an mc if you can't vocalize When will you visualize with your third eye Whey are you rappin if you
lyrics I recite, I say with power So step aside or get devoured I won't say I'm sorry cause I don't want glory Gonna stimulate this party, so don't you
you invite that Obie's cold But bitches they gon' talk, niggaz they gon' hate We established this way befo' we became mates So what's required is that you
rolling in And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain. You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart. The
now that's gon hurt your feelin's boo Ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me By now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief She
on the Walk Of Fame Now who you think Toronto trusts more - me or you? Who you think Toronto loves more - me or you? Son I'm not tryin to say that I'
I'm fit to be I don't get these niggaz, they a mystery I mean they talk so quiet as if it sum'n private And they don't ever bring that shit to me, but
just crew But we're back now, yeah we took our time while our blood(?) grew Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you! And we're back, these
Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you
fatal blow I asked him: ?Where?s the baby?? He said: ?Jason, buddy, maybe now you see why fuckin? Scrappy?s gotta go!? All Cartoons are fuckin' dicks They
Now you see? Jockin ain't healthy Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy? With juice, so I see you try to run behind But I'ma tell you punk, you
is where the shit goes down [ VERSE 2 ] Now niggas like they credit and they like to get they loans on So I hooked up with my boy who turns them phones
could do, I would never lie to you We take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in you And I can love you and technically even though you're dead You
quick, still packin for you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull [Styles] I don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are I don't care about a pretty
essence Say in my absence you feel the presence, exactly I make contact with shorter emcee Me and mine we don't just get by We get free and that's ready
