house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house Bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news
Traduzione: G-Unit. Bad News.
house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news
I can? open? your album budget Your recording budget, you got to send the music to the boss Ha, ha, ha, ha, that?s me the boss Yeah its G-Unit, G-Unit
shine sell em' back the next day You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys My black g-unit
the para-familiar, (fuck with me!) I wanna win so bad nigga I kill ya! Get in the way, this 6 spray, I'm bad news. Denzel when the trumpet blow, more
shine The finest champagne, we can toast to life Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice Don't let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news
Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more
his shine sell em' back the next day You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys My black g-unit
Helen Keller Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Rockafellas Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad
(feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit)) ("Mind Playin Tricks On Me '94" by Scarface beat) It's a regular day and a regular routine Til I hear this tragic news from
cause I'm talkin to you The problem is we got a suicidal lifestyle Cause 90 percent of us are livin foul and wild I say job, you say ([Hen-G:] bad joke
still breathing, I dropped to my knees and I thank the lord and got long shit list all across the board motha fucker, fuck ya'll niggas man, G-unit, we
rap niggas disappear like lil thangs See Buck been shot but not more than 50 I don?t dance but I look like signing with Diddy I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit
and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup I got my own version of roots Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots The new news
it to ya I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in the mood Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes I'm bad news, you niggas know the
and shit I've been waitin, debatin, to clap ya ass with the Gardu You'll be dead before god get the bad news [Whoo Kid:] Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid G Unit