me satisfied until I'm gone Don't regret rules I broke, when I die bury me in smoke (Smoke) Bury me in smoke Oh yea Smoke Smoke Aaa Smoke Smoke
in my home I have a reason, to keep me satisfied until I'm gone Don't regret the rules I broke When I die bury me in smoke Under the world I wait for
Traduzione: Giù. Bury Me In Smoke.
all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects
die tonight It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools
makin me become a psycho Walkin thru tha cemetary, talkin to my homies that was buried, say my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried, forgive me
knows!) I wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a G I couldn't let my adversaries worry me and every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof
aiyyo Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever Tell me, which one? They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind Look down the barrel
here we go" Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick I like my
m mad plus I'm going off that gritty Frank Nitti got a mob down to murder with me Cats want to stick me, believe it or not like Ripley I rip thee, back
guide now follow me I'll bury you down under, Into our realms you'll wander, Discover pain for offence You scorched me, You harmed me, Accept the rules
put a strain on me That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me I rather have them dollar bills rain on me Then let them haters come and make the
a strain on me That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me I rather have them dollar bills rain on me Then let them haters come and make the name
