good in the pictures How come they're not around? They still live They're way up high Where they've been dying out Yeah but they look so good in your pictures
Übersetzung: The Starting Line. Bilder.
good in your pictures How come they're not around? They still live They're way up high Where they've been dying out Yeah but they look so good in your pictures
that you wanted to be hope for the best but it's over and you thought you were better than me such a pretty picture your chalk line on the ground i
at, three flat You want beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, I'ma crease that Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off clips in the glocks Make sure all choppers cocked, start
: [CHORUS] I don?t know what you been thinking Don?t know what you been drinking But you get out of line boy I?ll lay your ass down [50 CENT] I been
m feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby) Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh) I knew you was my type from the very very start
When shit stick We plot hits When our block spits All hail Out on bail Wrath of 2pacalypse [echo] Forever ghetto Necessary picture food stamps
is on, it's gettin crazy after dark Where the real thug niggaz here you are We world wide mob figgaz [Chorus: repeat 2X] We got homies on the front line
now we bustin if they yo' family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start
the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds more I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shit pickin pockets
food on a broad Picture me putting jewels on a broad I'd rather put shoes on the car A pool in the yard You don't really wanna fool with the god Nigga my front line
I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) [Verse Two] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started
'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby) Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh) I knew you was my type from the very very start
spit the verse the shit gets worse then worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as
the hill, went through the whole drill! Haters try to kill with kindness, but there's nothin' they can do to the finest. Though they won't dare cross over the line
: (Choose your own adventureeeeeee!) [Verse 1: Classified (White Mic)] Yeah, yeah [beat starts] Ou got the water? (check), weed? (check, ready to roll
: I made this beat, 2003ish Wrote to it but never got it completed I love the fell love the vibe that I acquired Spit a couple lines but wasn't really
