' name 'Cause I came to shut down the game And I gots to hold down this heat 'Cause I came to hold down ya' streets And I gots to make sure I drop yo
Übersetzung: Styles. Und ich kam zu ....
strap Me I gotta get it I gotta get my bread I pin a bitch a freak, Huh, She got to give me head I got a reputation, I stay with the burner I call it
and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga, I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit, Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch, Move like i
a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bud I dont need security, this old nickel enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call
va alla mia Family I love you Baby you are the one for me; I love you lucky love Italy and now everybody came come Mc, I love Italia and she love me
Kid Ice] I've been rhymin and designin, and always tryin Our beats are always strong, and never dyin The lyrics I recite, I say with power So step aside or get devoured I
heavily I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around And it's always drama Whevever I wanna get around Mama told me Long before I ever came
, but I got fame and the bases I touch to much for me tryin to be namin Aiyyo, you saw me on cable and gip I busted in and I was goin legit Clark Gable
booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!) Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game? Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha) Scream my
body, we came to [SKG] Daddy rock a player body 'til I tell you to stop Hit the right spot if not leave money and kick rocks I'm a thug ho, I need a
I proceed to bleed Sufferin a rain of blows to my hands and knees Will I survive, is God watchin? I grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option
that It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck
as I lick ya face, stick the place Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass Love fuckin in tha mo'nin I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone
I lick ya face, stick the place Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass Love fuckin in tha mo'nin I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone
this game The feds and the punk, po-lice pointin pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin
double, I'm much obliged See I would love to go and take a ride Have total leeway up and down your freeway, nothin to hide If I was committed to suicide I
My daddy left me alone, and so I'm angry I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me, "Baby it's on" And now I'm hustlin and bustlin bones Never said it came easy, I
