Be alone, be alone I don't wanna be alone, I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be alone, I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be alone, I don't wanna
Traduzione: C-Murder. Non Wanna Be Alone.
c'mon [Chorus Two: Wali World] Don't touch this, ah ah, leave it alone Play your position when we're rockin on the microphone Don't stop (don't stop)
to gain, got to make up your mind if you want me on your team, you don't want me to stay, you don't want me to leave, but you wanna hug me up until a
You don't wanna be sorry yet again We don't need another nigga-less army So investing me with artillery quality satisfactory guaranteed I ain't no con
millimeter strap and true is the game) [x2] So niggas miss my sicc Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip
and Rhymes Metaphor and Rhyme is poetry by design But poetry continues outside the timeline Don't care if I make history, I wanna be a part of INFINITY
of cars Don't wanna hear nuttin real you should be skippin my parts My swagger get any higher I'll be sittin on mars I don't post on blogs or chat about
U R try ta say that u a G I'm like OGHH u are don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know u BOII don't be talkin all them lies like I caint show u
wanna be safe in my own skin) [whispered:] Just wanna be safe I just want, to, be... happy again (I just wanna be safe in my own skin) [whispered:] Just wanna be
thugs) in cabs we peel (makin' moves with thugs) [Master P] how many niggas wanna ride with me how many thug niggas and bitches wanna get high with me don't
me in this gangsta shita Cause all I wanna do is sell a million discs Chorus: Wha wha, I wanna be a livin' legend Will they let me, I wanna be a livin
on muthafuckas backs And twist they heads like screws [Violent J:] Fuck you electric chair I don't care Bring it on bitch C'mon Crack an egg on
wanna Bun B back up in the slab, navigating the town Chunking deuces and showing love, when I'm coming around I don't have to wanna try to be down, I
m servin' for the C-L-E Get took to the streets, and the thugsta down on the St. Clair Hit up ya S-C-T, when I'm hangin', swangin' with the G's Give each
tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle Nasty-girl don't pass me the world I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep throat the C
