one Who can be my everything Time, I wanna pass the time I wanna make you mine You can be my everything, my everything My everything is all you'll need When everything
Traduzione: Push Play. My Everything.
yeah, I wanna feel guilty but you punk muthafuckas tried to milk me You'll get stacked behind the hill with my phone or my pager Just beat me while I cut you with my
I'm in my house I write my raps and hope it pays my mother tried to worn me what comes around goes around selling dope to brothers is bringing my own
somethin that they can't take from me I'ma push my tape just like it's cocaine Let these rap fiends shoot me up in they vein They play my jam out in the
to my shit Rock the mic in my palm beyond ad-e-quate Shit split with the cheese and the H-O-E's The ones I only call at night *keys jangling* you know my
see clearly my troubles All of my trifles the pressures that try to stifle If life was holding a rifle to my head, my last thoughts would be Simply to let my
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Sometimes I sit alone And look deep into my soul And I starrin' down at something
] Four years of high school, I can't believe its here My senior year, waitin for the crowd to cheer, at graduation I haven't decided my occupation, but my
now I gotta start protecting my goods I gotta start protecting every one of my kids I gotta start protecting everything I got in the crib (That's my shit
t feel it My philosophy is to keep all the lock and keys Everything I got, conceal it, so they don't steal it I'm stuck in poverty, but I keeps my head
you And if they like your songs Just nod your head and play along Never tell 'em what inspires you I bet my fans know me better than my friends do Because my
lord and oh Heavens angel, curves in every angle Time play two to tango, bring the hook sang [Chorus-Avant] You're the apple of my eye I'm feeling like
my pockets on stroll And you know That I'm rollin I can never be no faker 'Cuz my game is to go... Just to Eagle Street Hussler - I can never lose my
I'ma let mine hang ? let the Desert Eagle sing Let it be known all over, it's a Uptown thang Fulfill my wishes...with my hand on my nine Push that big
trill to my last brat I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour That's cold, man that's cold My plan went