down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what? I die for my
Traduzione: C-Murder. Down For My N.
down for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I bust rounds for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I'm gone clown for my bitches Fuck them other bitches It's
beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie, It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole, C4s, we fly on linz, And my rocks
baby, you thought it was me Notoriously, N.Y.C. and y'all can see I'ma be that chick you remember for life I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they
And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every
I need a fifth To start off my muthafuckin' day I'm feeling good as fuck and I'm almost my way Just C-K These - punk-ass niggas this is C-M-G Your number
peeping the scene So when my niggas trail, Screaming out one eighty seven and bail, Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now, How my nigga
Nigga's been talkin about us like it's Bone Day They say "them nigga's my nigga's ain't kickin it no more." They say we all went solo, "nigga's ain't
and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
get they ass off without gettin' a little action. I crept and I came, down for my thang, man. It's a different game. Muthafuckas out callin' my name
us the righteous one I am waiting for the righteous one [Verse 3: Flesh -N- Bone] We got Mack-11's AK-47's Yellin mo murda with the beam got lots of
intro My life's ill, schizo, sometimes Bronson Pinchot The rap Balki Bartokomous, pour gas down the esophagus of cock-slobbin bitches fuckin up my shoppin list You ain't bring back my
daisies drive Eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my A-C Rolling down Crenshaw see tha hoes jocking Sunday nights popping, See tha foes hopping My stereo's
on my face 25 to life, that's not on my agenda That's why I'm in and out before you have time to remember [Verse 2: C.O.S.] I let your blood spill,
how we handle business, nigga From the early 80's to these 2 G's, boy [C-Bo] Huh, We blaze em up with AK's, double my clip and we dip Set trip and get
my twin pipes It's all out war by G.O.D., down for seven scores Wettin', for him of course, fuck it Two tears, then you duck quick My repertoire, take
