what I came here to get. I'm not coming home. Not coming home. Not coming home. Be it undead or dogs, they will come for what's mine. Though I put up
what I came here to get I'm not coming home Not coming home, not coming home Be it undead or dogs They will come for what's mine Though I put up no
I came here to get. I'm not coming home. Not coming home. Not coming home. Be it undead or dogs, they will come for what's mine. Though I put up no
Traduzione: Every Time I Die. White Smoke.
to the left while I rep it to the death Easily approached, smokin' on the roach in coach til I'm so high I'm on another plane Hey, every fucking spot
lease See I can pay the whole price, I look nice nigga I just do it Nigga I break these boys off, smoke sweets no embalming fluid Then I wreck I recollect
talking] Lets get it on every time Holler out "Your mine" [Chorus: 10sion not singing] And I say "a yia yia yia" [singing] Let's get it on every time
should I lie, when I can dramatize? ni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I
version of this song One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?) Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a
else A time of tension, racially fenced in I came off (and all the brothers blessed him) I left more than a mark, I left a dent Cause I'm a product, of
I don't smoke but I toke enough second hand to make my fuckin B.O. choke I'm an OG, you're fuckin with a GI Joe Bia Bia, mia meo a vida loco I'm a psycho
fame But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin I make too much money bitch I can't stop
let alone sip the mission long enough to listen (I smoke cigarettes down to filter, smoke the filter down to space now I'm gonna roll this question tight and smoke
coward Respect real, I throw a tec to your grill [Hook] [Capone] Yo dun I pop the top lock [Ali Vegas] Yo I kick in the door [Capone] I grab his bitch
Them niggaz is nice, don't think twice I'm so cold, I ain't even gotta rock ice I'm so real, every time I touch the mic I'm certified sick, DJ's get the
around when I sell my blow 'Cause distraction's a bad thing, hell, I know If I slack, get clapped, off to hell I go It's like I got a sixth sense, I
who got the Bop Gun The top gun, from the jump like Datsun I got one, candy-coated rote rhymes skits I shit on when I get on Then flip the scripts like I