: My life's in jeopardy Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be I ain't been home since Friday night And now my wife is coming after me Give me
My life's in jeopardy Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be I ain't been home since Friday night And now my wife is coming after me Give me police
Übersetzung: Wer, der. My Wife.
G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my
the shit for sure And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt ?Cause we?re all in the shit for sure And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt Up my
sisters And kick 'em when the handle starts diggin' in my blisters Sick, cynical cyanide spitter So when I kick rhymes, my victims die quicker I'm broke, no cheese, my
in my car and I want to change lanes I'm looking in my rear view mirror and I see a black range doing the same Turn my blinkers on Start to make my turn
it's grown into years since I was told that I should be calm, there's nothing to fear here. But I drank that water for years, my wife and my children
vows we made weigh like a stone in my heart. Family is family, don't let this tear us apart. You lie there, an innocent baby. I feel like the thief who
: [Verse 1:] Yea let me let me tell you bout my homeboy corey this the first verse of the very first story call it the first letter you can call it what
your very eyes Some have eyes to see, and ears to hear But they cannot utilize them because of fear You have sell-out brothers who will sell their heart
need you in my life, possible you be my wife Honestly your one of a kind That's the reason you are my candy girl(Marcel-candy girl) My mind, my heart, my
might never find a wife But I'll do my thing my way oh my brother no be fight Sometimes I might be wrong sometimes I might be right But I'll keep my
fire from the niggaz in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? Til God return me to my
