Not even fair to box away those old faces Not even close to the way it was then When everyone would stay away from you How everyone would stay away
Not even fair To box away those old faces Not even close To the way it was then When everyone would stay away From you And I don't remember how Just
Übersetzung: Team Sleep. 11-11.
see it then I'ma do it, I up it then I'ma use it And it's like that, don't think you gon' steal a nigga off my team and my team ain't gon' strike back
boy tell em come and get me I'm at the fight, been kinda like Bellmen Only took the trip to the truck twice Unpacked the Mac 11 and air max's Stuff six
to you, it's not kosher It's not a code in la costa nostra to roast ya I get a lil' closer Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over
Montana Whatever you are, homie, bikers and bandanas Riders who cock hammers or soldiers who roll deep I?m a child of the night, homie I don?t sleep
life, with two kids and a wife with no tattooes just stress and stripes, so I'ma do what I feel and do what I like but I won't go to sleep without my
Lil' Caesar Quick the sleep more clown then the aids diseases Now, what kinda soulja wit Hairy and his people Listen to the Cub Scout songs they goin right to sleep
far from a lame you will never see me run You know how we do it, beef jump into it Mafia's the gang, max out the squadron Nine millimeter team, mack 11
standing on the roof Drop the flows in the booth And drop the top on the coupe Ain't no stoppin' the dude My team making currency Got 'em screaming Dope
the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play Buck these niggas im a killa sreaming regime deep navis wit heat like the A team
my shirt With the steam that's clean, you start to dream extreme You chose one, you're on the creamer team You move with men that beat 'em, they on the screamer team
Manute Bol Cash rules everything around me 40 why they, why they get the money Oh tell me baby, gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch before 40 7-11 Ah big
m on the kings page But no album, this is all for the mixtapes In a different lane, no signs of road rage, aint no body over here to rage quit, so no gains No sleep
far from a lame you will never see me run You know how we do it beef jump into it Mafia's the gang max out the squadron Nine millimeter team, Mack 11
