seems prettier than ever now. I aint going down. No more light. No more lies. But still this taste of mockery, it lies down whats in front of me. I'm kicking, still
Übersetzung: Stillleben. Narr.
punk then I got connects in Detroit Michigan you coke price fucked up see yo boy and I?m fixin it I be all in Atlanta Georgia I still be hollerin at
we come through you know how we do, dog (shoo, shoo) up the insterstate with the roof off We be shinin in diamonds very blue, dog Just the life in the
Fulfillin' dreams, goin' to the top nigga Don't playa hate cuz we'll still hit'cha block nigga Baby Gangsta ain't nothin' nice A young nigga trigga happy that'll put it in your life
wrong So you still get scarred Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas Still niggas for testin these big lil niggas Still
I ain't even tryin you dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with yo head get knocked loose quick it's all on you bitch, choose bitch my life or your life
fool. My oh my, you sure know how to arrange things You set it up so well, so carefully. Ain't it funny how your new life didn't change things? You're still
: Early morning I'm still yawning Kiss the children See you tonight dear Cheerio Henry's an angel when he closes the gate But to the station he don'
Christ got his power from Satan Hatin', on the very one that came to save 'em Even after he rose, man the world ain't changed They still rejecting the name, still look at us strange Still
father, sister and brother They don't wanna get a job, or go to school They think it's cool, but they're playin the fool It's now 1984, five hundred years
smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head Watch out, fool, get shot dead And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that But yet, still, I keep my gat Rollin
rhymne So pull a cushion, sit back relax and listen To this introduction of me, myself and my mission My vision is to let you all see That there's more to this life
here to run you Now look at what this crooked world has come to I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'
: [1] Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor &
gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through
buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killers on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although I'm young, I'm still
I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying
