What more could I say That could make this last That could make up for all this wasted time You are burned into my memory You are burned into me now
Traduzione: Mezzi. Bruciato Into Me.
got them like hit the... turn them into motherfucking thugs nigger They'll be... come bear with me, hang with us, same niggers go to jail with me Bang
me comin up with just to see another day Might be me who bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me
since you was a younger boy So keep the movement going - you gotta stand firm Don't be ashamed of the truth, and let your flame burn They got me locked
me to see the game the way that it looks Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed. Bitches lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut. Fist the
when you got 4 bitches that are just dead, really get into it, start being there for themselves, you know what I mean? I talk A bitch into anything man. You gotta listen o me
Kobe] [Nas] If you say murder that means I'm a Thug Poet If I say my mind kills that means I'm a Thug Poet If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a
mad but do I mind? no, I don?t think so ?cause every day I wake up I feel like a genuine super hero it?s like a beast that cannot rest and it?s burned into
not lettin material things make me Thank you for givin me the talent that my peoples see Thank you for lettin my niggas live after gunplay Thanks for forgiving me
-huh, scream on 'em [Chorus x2: 9th Prince] Life is a gamble, we scramble for dollars Real niggas holla, my snub nose'll pop ya collar I burn hotter
I can mold my fear) Reads like a sunset to me (maybe I can mold my fear) Staring into space we forget our problems And delve into a more metaphysical
Now if I, were to, hold the speed To levigate the game plan, would you wanna still impede I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest And blame
I have found sound will keep me warm When the mornings born with frozen ground Put a rope down pull me from where the buzzards cleared I mean from the
plus motion sickness, how about breakfast? (Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money) Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals
's dessert) Yeah yeah I rap tight like Saran Plus enter battles talkin shit like "Look mom, no hands!" I'm tired of cats tryin to sum me You can't add
a chevrolet And so I ran I jumped out the back window But her daddy he was waitin' with a two-by-four He beat me to the left He beat me to the right
a Chevrolet So I ran, I jumped out the back window But her daddy, he was waitin with a two-by-fo' Oh, he beat me to the left He beat me to the right The
