is sent from Heaven above I'm truly, baby, I'm truly in love with you, with you And I wanna get it on, all night long c'mon I want to be with you all
Übersetzung: Son By Four. With You.
is sent from heaven above I'm truly baby I'm truly in love with you with you and I wanna get it on all night long c'mon. I want to be with you all the
either give me the money, give me the power Or give me 4.25 an hour, what the fuck you think I'm gone do To be honest with you, I gonna get mine Cause
: Son you smell that? What's that? I smell pussy. Is that you Irv? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is
I'm a carry mine [Verse 2:] Turning from the lies that you heard that this world is better Like 2nd Kings 7, sharing good news like the four lepers That
for dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you
I see that Alcohol got you thinkin that you really the king, Now you wanna go and grab the steel But before you do anything, I think you better watch
the drought come When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome! Lay low stay low you may see Jesus! You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason. You
don't take much for you to get in them draws You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours You got to tell me, you feelin this shit Because I hear
by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see playas in this game
playa no more Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!! Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver (You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver) [Chorus] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with
you try to play meeee The blood will flow faster than the OJ. (crazy!) {LLOYD BANK$! } Bank$! - You never seen a legend on wheels (uh-'uuuh!) No, not that accura the man with
Bit** If You Want, Widout A Strap, And You Gon Getcha Ass Layed Down [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Everbody Know Education Shots Is All Over Short Paper, You On The Run You
book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will fuck you up [Swifty McVay] I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You