make you be so rough 'Til you do me right I don't even want to talk to you I don't even want to hear you speak my name 'Til you do me right Only wrong
even wanna hear You speak my name 'Til you do me right Only wrong is gonna come to you Nothin' good is gonna come 'Til you change your ways 'Til you do me right
Traduzione: Dopo 7. 'Til You Do Me Right.
embarassed of you See that battle shit you talk about, I actually do [Chorus] You a battle MC? You ain't battle Shay We called you out in NYC, you ran
heart like a shark in the ocean what gave you the notion that you could slow my hustle take a share my business I make you bear witness to this Oakland
this rap game After 30 million records and 7 years, ain't nothin' changed (ain't nothin changed) And everybody wanna be like the Bone And you can put
got ta lock it now but write me real soon I know that you're a busy man, give me a minute" You can never know the penal til you been locked the fuck up
major leagues Where more chicks call you "Papi" than Dave Ortiz Stand in the booth, barely at ease Right shoulder 'gainst the wall 'til my rhymes release
packs full of bullets Stop when I come through Big, Black, motherfucker fresh for '99 You suckas! (Chorus) You Ain't Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga You Ain't Fresh (7x) You
what do you want? (I want a real man) And what do you need? (I need a real man) What do you want? (I want a real man) What do you need? (I need a real
playin ball or bobbin' in the hall Or just writin my name in graffiti on the wall You shouldn't have told me you said you controlled me So now a contest is what you owe me
You right on up, we gon' funk you right on up (WE GON' FUNK YOU UP BOY!) Funk you right on up, we gon' funk you right on up {If you not ready, you better
you Just wanna let you know That we' ll stay around So what else can you do You' ve said all you have to We' re coming after you So don' t make
could they You could say, the biggest problem in the black community is lack of unity I love you but I ain't gon' let you pray for me So if you must
become Give up our god, give up rights and grab a gun 'It ain't no fun' when you take two in the chest You mighta when out like a G but I ain't impressed
how you was battled and slainI get rude and go, to your show and use a rowof fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flowA pro mean like Joe
niggaz cool with a nigga, right? (that's right) 'Til one day after school, wakin' home, right? (Uh Huh) Them same thug niggaz ran up on a brother, right
like that, outta town I got them pies and I fly back I'm right back wit that dope wrist like an ice pack You can't stop me, I'm too cocky I puff broccoli
