Songtexte:
Three Doors Down It S Not My Time

pig I straight handle my business and I strap my gat Down Baby and Slim them old school gee's Down for my stacks Chorus: {E. Vicious} I'm down for my

Cent:] Banks, Yayo hold up Yayo's shinin' Banks [Tony Yayo:] Its my time to shine We with Flex right now [50 Cent:] Come with it Come with it Come with it

, cautious, cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the

know it's really not worth it. (worth it!) To fuck with me, you'd rather tongue kiss the serpent, Don't cry we all die! - It's just a matter of time Nigga

down to room service, says, "Send up a room" My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him When my

the day that I die, fuck it that's all I been all of my life. It's just T-H-U-G we be. And it aint no thang, keep buckin buckin, dumpin, fuckin'em bustas

hate Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could

the whistle blows, and people hear she's running still... And then they hush their children back to sleep, Lock the doors, upstairs they creep, For it

in my ride chorus: we gotta roll so jump on da bus we got soul ey yo don't be in a rush it's not cold go make your self nass brumm brumm (aha) der partybus