my beginning know my end Yo Konvict calm my soul pray that I live & I hope the lord forgive me for all of my sins Chorus [Akon] Saw my life I could
I have - my family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs what [Chorus: Pharoahe] - 2X My life... My life... My life... My life...
Übersetzung: Styles. Mein Leben.
before the money and the fame I was a gangsta in the game I ain't lyin when I tell you about me and my background about me or my life style I ain't never
me know always let em hang be bout my change Never thought that come closee to home I was wrong Never that my daddy was going away I was wrong Him and my
: [feat. Tyler the Creator] [Verse 1:] Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses Odd Future leaving even niggas in past tense Style is patent
: Welcome back to class, bitch grab on to your glasses oddfuture leavin even niggas in past tense style is patent, the measures is drastic either that
far gone she feels just like a 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
and show off, Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way, And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty, I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my
bounce of the nile so mile and so fertile acres more than ah zillion mile People acting vile pick up cannibal style Wan devour mama, papa, and child, oh So life
Un petit style quand meme Yo des couilles quand meme Responsable, une tete quand meme Boy I?m here for you / Digging what you do I would give you my heart and my
eyes Gee whiz, you take the beauty out of beautiful You play the strings of my heart Oh babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful Oh my, oh my, and my
back for sloppy seconds Life is a roller coaster that we all ride Life is a roller coaster that we all ride Life is a roller coaster that we all ride Life
Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}] I'ma solider 'till I die {I'ma die a thug} Keep standin' by my side I'll admit i'm gettin' high Lifes so full of
strip 'Cuz copyin' my style I can whip any 9 you can get No crimes on the strip Just dimes of the pit No gimmicks to my music, you be lyin' when you spit
now I feel in the middle of my stomach You whisper in my ear Baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly Watch the ceiling Scratch my back How
's swinging in the place as I kick the J A Z Z Y is my style R&B mixing it with the hip hop swing beat Champagne in my hand, it wont be long till I'm
give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself) [Pac] In the late night [Fatal] Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain till my