m gone It's a typical situation Too bad girl I'm already gone Gone You know, you know When I'm gone You know, you know When I'm gone It's a typical
Thinking About Me Feel The Pain When I'm Chorus: Gone You're Gonna Be Alone You Know What You're Missing Baby You Know You Did Wrong When I'm Gone It
Übersetzung: US5. Gone.
stop thinking about me Feel the pain when I’m Gone You’re gonna be alone You know what you’re missing babe You know you did wrong When I’m gone It’
out past those train tracks I'm leavin' and not coming back You're right and I was wrong This town will be the downfall of us all This town will be the downfall of us all. DOWNFALL OF US
what I need sometimes I got a lil mo but I grew up watching g's on the set gettin dough I made b's n c's up in to 5th grade it went to d's n f's cuz
these hustlas, I wanna flip some G's So what's up wit Baby? (Graduated from kees) We gone make this shit happen, we gone flood em out Uptown And we gone
Decorate they basements for the streetsweepers When it comes to stuntin theres nothin you can teach us We in a different time zone your records don't reach us
: Well those 5 years are gone now, so i've got a plan that's new. I'm seeing the future. but I can't forget my roots cause it's still not a concept,
: [Note:] Brother Marquis does all the verses [Shari Lewis] Come ... give us a little kiss ... let me make it better. [Dolemite] These rotten ass bitches
D.I. Amin):] You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's
em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us
me to introduce first Makaveli the Don Sprits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics Like the Holy Koran Niggas get Shook Like 5-0 My 4-5 gun is next to me when
stray, from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps the
wrapped around right where the tec be at [Chorus] [50 Cent] Gettin paper's my objective, yup, now your chain gone One false move and CLAP, now your brain's gone
