died for you The gallows on the hill cast a shadow for two As me and my love hang alone at high noon So this is me getting over you, getting over me
This is me getting over you getting over me The line is breaking The sun is sinking There's nothing I can do To get back to you There's nothing I can
for you The gallows on the hill cast a shadow for two As me and my love hang alone at high noon So this is me getting over you, getting over me
Traduzione: Kids In The Way. Getting Over You Come Over Me.
to win it and plus ? paper G So make way, ?? Mack at ya front teeth Cuz when you playing with mines, you playin with yo life So don't be starting You
what you made me The hate and evil that you gave me I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people for Four hundred plus years You should be
you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your
you, you scared to ride in my car cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you can ride with me
coming from you know he turn, he aint bullshitting cause you know the way they're doing brothers down there this aint right you know what I'm saying but you
mic check one two you know when you lose somebody somebody that's close to you somebody that's probably not even that close to you you might have just
down in black, it was me and the Ghostface Army fatigued down, busting rounds at you clowns I'm Kool like Moe Dee, so "how the fuck you like me now? "
was seventeen I swore my dreams were over when I never played a second gig Till I found out that the bar shut down for getting rich off of high school kids
Jimmy: "Shutup, Tracy." Tracy: "You shutup." [Door opens, walks over] Momma: "Lunch time kids." [Kids yelling happily] Momma: "I made some jelly sandwiches and sliced up some cantelope. I figured you
Tao Who want to get it? You all acquitted. You need to quit it. Getting evicted, you little idiot, pitching tickets. It's sorta tricky the way you wanna
fifty caliber Desert Eagle Feeling you motherfuckers over slugs equal You these diamonds on the pinky, Rolex up on the wrist Next nigga run up on me
thing you never fuck with is my blood or my cash nigga [A.D.] You want me to get crunk You want me to pop the trunk You want me to pull out thirty miles
you never fuck with is my blood or my cash nigga [A.D.] You want me to get crunk You want me to pop the trunk You want me to pull out thirty miles burn