MICKEY/EDWARD THAT GUY THAT GUY MICKEY I WISH THAT I COULD BE LIKE JUST A LITTLE LESS LIKE ME EDWARD LIKE THE KINDA GUY I SEE, LIKE EDWARD/MICKEY THAT GUY THAT GUY
Übersetzung: Blood Brothers Soundtrack. That Guy.
sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick because he wanted me to fuck him from the back but Smalls don't get down like that Sick, Thicker
you know (I let you guy's use the phone for the last time) check it out thou Tac bust that shit [Verse 2] I'll never happened to me that's what I always
as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do break through with the rhythm that
job my forte Not off of gunplay Hostage taker I killed my brother with a salt shaker He tried to short me a buck What the fuck? A nigga that lies Is a nigga that
deny me my proper juice E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose No static,just much respect Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that
I met Slipknot, I stabbed their ass stabbed them all in the face, that's why they wear masks my little newspaper truck runs on a tank of blood I drive
t cha know that I'm the one Yeahhhh I'm that Boy don't cha know that I'm the one Yeahhhh I'm that Boy don't cha know that I'm the one Yeahhhh I'm her
Jaden Smith Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss But they devil red, tires double tread I post and parks up. that
stack And the ones that wanna hold us back Ain't been outside they cold us sack Every nigga I know is strapped Rip shows that'll blow your back But noice that That
13, straight actin the fool Every day after class Kiva's house was the spot Makin crazy prank calls hopin not to get caught Best friends, blood brothers
and fall from the sky Make a rapper wanna know why, who's the fall guy? A lot of people wanted to know, what I was comin with The buzz was that the Boy
on track like {?} tune Hip-Hop, I need her back on the beat That's why I'm blood, even my underwear brief That's, me, I'm, street H.N.I.C. rip shop and
Dillinger, willin ya and killin ya Doin what I gotta do, it's blood that I'm spillin ya (yeah) All over your floor; tell the fat guy "Ignore" Break down
days since that awful brawl They still haven't got the blood off the wall It's been three days since the bitter fued Between the KKK and that gay Jewish
convict's Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do break through with the rhythm that
to deny me my proper juice E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose No static,just much respect Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that