shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power I made you buck wild [Nas] Always I
, makin' every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power, I made you buck wild How you like me now? I
that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power I made you buck wild [Nas] Always I
Traduzione: In. Ti ho dato Potenza.
R.I.P, the odds might be Against me, you real, convince me, I think you a bitch Pardon me Nas, I think you suck dick Whens the last time you came to
like you do when I come through, I'd like you to remind yourself Of what the fuck I can do when I'm on the mic Oh you're the kinda girl I can take a liking
Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep
Dogg, Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin you homie
Dre I saved hip hop Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin',
I.] You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty So I keep the smitty's wit me, shhh they comin to get me Hey Wut You Scared I'm prepared in the
me In the middle of the summer, man Nas went crazy He was like, "I got power. Hot ain't gotta play me" "All y'all wack, and yes I was gonna lynch Jay-Z" I
you think you grabbin? The god can never lose, so you know it will never happen Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when I slap you with my
for the first hour Just remember like Nas nigga, +I Gave You Power+ I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots I make your producer change his
The way you submitting And how you gave me power To messaging me to shower You with lemon water Marinate you with season you dipping you in chowder Baby It's like you
me, as I'm about to blast heat 40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me "Whatchu up to, the cops gon' bust you" I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled
