starting to Cry Cry I almost made it I said what I had to say and she knows I hate it cuz it makes me want to stay When she Cry Cry Cry Cry Cry I made
I'm sorry), I won't break your heart no more (Cry), won't break your heart no more (Cry), so baby I might cry, I might cry, I just might cry, (oh, o oh
Think She Startin To Cry I Almost Made It I Said What I Had To Say And She Know I Hate It Cuz It Makes Me What To Stay When She Cry Cry Cry Cry Cry I
Übersetzung: Tank. Cry.
a fake ass soldier thinkin that they hard like Bogus With a fat chip on his shoulders When you see the Chevy come around the corner Betta cry, let your
't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep
out the way Never lovin no bitch, I won't live cause I'm rich 3rd ward I represent, yea I'm bleedin for this I wear my tank with pride, ain't no peace
two of 'em on you, in a three man cell But boss way down there, hell he can't tell But ya eyes is swelled and ya bleedin ya tank And ya jaw fucked up
s claim to fame They know your daddy Big Boots Wherever soldiers are 'Cause he can handle an armored tank Just like a kiddy can So sleep little soldier Don't you cry
up, in the night tank and surprise you Cross my heart, swear, put my hand on the bible I'm not a cold blooded killa, baby, I cry to The best thing for
my hauberk Fetch me my enchanted greaves My walls they are melting The drugs they aren't helping Is it time for the old gods to die? To arms is the only cry
way of my life) i do this all the time (everyday of my life) you need a fuckin hitman who the shit with a quick plan? a shoulder to cry on, get high
: (feat. L.T.) LT; talking: We may look different But we see the same sky We may see different But we cry the same cry Jin; rapping: To wake up daily
bills u have to pay I worry 'bout my vulnerable life And if I'll survive another day Ya biggest fear is getting a ticket As ya cruise your Cadillac My fear is that the tank
I rock the mic and I can see mo' thangs (this is real y'all) We used to blow flames (yup) now we blow spots like a tank of propane What I do to wack
The ever-nappy crew setting the mood I raise my fuel for my firm attitude Walking through the streets with my war cry spear Certain folks know it means
