your favorite ((***) and the tears you cry) Will they ever end ((***)) These feelings aren't going nowhere ((***)) Some how that doesn't seem fair I can't breathe
my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock
Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried at an early age hustled to death His last breath
we made ni**az, old school and I'm thinkin Y'all some bi**h made ni**az and you steadily sinkin O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin f**kin with that We bustin
the last breath of life is gone from my body And my lips are as cold as the sea When my friends gather around for my farewell party Won't you pretend
self So when the strong wind come it don't remove the self We born alone and die alone but we don't strive alone B E P 'N M O S blaze the trail and we
da allora cercando di sorridere... ma... Il tuo viso il sorriso quello che ho condiviso con te e la casa e ogni cosa fare la spesa o ridere e non posso
away Rap 2: Let me tell you it?s true - heaven sent you to me You?re my Queen of hearts, you? re my destiny L-o-v-e - you put a spell on me One thousand
: Breath after breath (ama) breath after breath (danca) Everyday I wake up in this room and I don't know Where I come from or where I going to then I
can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the E-R, we are strapped with so much T-N-T We may blow, no, not even C-P-R from the EMT Can help
Best At This And I'm Best At That But I Don't Hear My Name, No ?? Brought Up In Rap And I Don't Usually Trip Or Damn Get Caught Up In That But When
plead and tell him, "We shouldn't beef" But he just wouldn't leave, he kept chokin me and I couldn't breathe He looked at me and said, "You gonna die
-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H... L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H... I said L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H...
I'll get'cha locked inside my brain cell And turn the world upside-down and make it rain hell I know you can't see, I'm not your G-O-D I got my soul on
: Caught beneath visions of hatred Drowning fast in sounds of silence Caught between divisions of hate Can't breathe under this weight of existence [
fam, we ain't jellin' Felons ain't felons no more, they straight tellin' Ain't nothing worse than a rat, you can't smellin' And ain't nothing worse than
give da jays wat dey pay For go go get way from me I'm so icey entertainment p o s s den I say g u c c I m a n e la flare U dun heard bout me I'm mr perfect
records talkin all this bullshit (Man, I don't know about these niggas out here Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass bitches) I ain't tryin
