crumpled bills I've got a stomach full of pills I've got Fanny Fox and Rubber Mills But I ain't got you No I ain't got you No I ain't got you
Traduzione: The Blues Brothers. I Aint Got You.
don't make a difference So do you hear me? 'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly I got to know I got to go I strive for my pay each
don't make a difference! So yo! If you hear me Cause if you don't I come up close And say it clearly. I got ta' know-I got ta' go! I strive fa' my pay
t you tell You're just the surface of a dark deep well And how can you prefer to be wit those That sprayed you wit gun and hoses And never put roses on
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you
ain't easy... that's right Chorus: 2Pac It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can
Now I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so use to the hood That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good I was just a baby
's drama - busta you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cock D, and they don't
get strapped in the game, an take my potna 'fo his last days think you've got it made? Nigga ain't no runnin back when I put this gun in yo back detach
if you ain't with it, then I'll just forget it I threw you the line and baby girl, I thought you bit it So if you weren't choosin, they why were you jockin
s go, but I just might blast you In this game the rules is you lose Duck to the side but you still get choosed If I miss, shit, you ain't save My homeboy
me now I have so much tension, I probably could push or pet you down Toe to toe in every round, I'm flawless I carry crowns I'm the Paul Bearer for the
is a fashion statement You ain't gonna blast you faking, ha-ha (go ahead) I'm waiting I don't hear no shells falling, I don't hear no pistols popping
