gonna be trippin' bout this busta ass nigga [Verse 1] When he was on the streets he used to jack niggas Ran around the project toting the mac nigga He
Traduzione: BG. Egli Used To Be My Man.
a pro, clever about the moves I make Legal with my ideals and choices that I choose to chose to take Beeatch! (beotch) Be kinda careful what'chu say Be kinda-be kinda-be
I been selling my own with my cell phone me and my own money Just me and my family I don't know nobody But my fans and my folks and my real homies That
people and the nobodies My jeopardy got it tatted on my arm I am terract where Ron Jeremy is deformed Unique people love the way I speak "That nigga 40 a fool, he be
Turn my music up, turn my music up My shit bang, my shit bang My shit bang, my-my shit bang Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang My-my shit bang, my-my shit
3 but I know I'm in there free for nothing my pops missing me I'm missing friend missing my girlfriend Missing my man's missing my fans missing everything I used
my fault I wished my mother would have told me the truth 'Cause now I'm all based out, ma dukes [Kid Capri] Oh man I like the way that's going down Now
with that,you're so superficial! Of course it's for shizzle,now my choice is to pass on you Voice! 'Cause my mission is the world To know my name!,my
we get to be god's ambassadors man, so we hyped about that, we krunked, we amped. [Verse 1:] Yeah we amped up, repping the Savior, baby, we stand up Man
me caught up in some talk show shhhhh Now I'm on TV to find that my girl was a trick She did my main man, plus my own band I had to take a stand and beat
to the street By doing this a hundred years ago, It's all right for girls to be hoes Romeo, where's Juliet? She's out gettin' her pussy wet My man Samson
top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop From a single drop, this is what they got Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser Only plan he
back then When she used to be my girl (when she used to be my girl) [2Pac:] Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all
-one liked me Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my
as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck
these people judge me? They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan to
voices] My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends.. (Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at