me But no; you shot me down, shot me down I said that you?d be sorry You still replaced me Oh yeah, you shot me down, shot me down Call me up just to
no; you shot me down, shot me down I said that you?d be sorry You still replaced me Oh yeah, you shot me down, shot me down Call me up just to say what
me And that's my word… Forget the thug in your life, When you need a little love in your life, Call me… Позови меня в любое время суток, Ты знаешь,
rap, fool I can bust a cap Cause I'm the one that got's em runnin Fools be beggin like a bitch Then they tell me, "please don't hurt me, they made me
than a inch from your gut when I buck a shot ya sweet like buttascotch call my city wack, but it's not another sucka got dropped cause he wouldn't give me
me tell you who the fuck I Am M-R period S-K-I Oakland California where we dry or die You can say I'm a G no doubt Don't quote me at all, just say the
40 in this thang brah Look, HEY! That nigga got it crackin this nigga got it going on he a fool BIATCH! Funky Fresh for the 2 wow-wow 11 shot bitch!
call and complain, Hate on my big fat ass bank Po-po pull me over say you a rap singer I know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger Linger, that the
never been no scrub Nigga everytime I wreck a tape, them boys be like Flip come and give me a dub These niggas wanna mug me, these niggas wanna love me
hell I ain't balling, cause it ain't your turn You can't see me can't be me, don't make me have to show ya Covered in ice, call me Rocky Balboa nigga
Cute I'm Cute And you know I'm Cute Eeyyy! No time for Games Hold up Let me Explain I'm a keep it One hundred Check the Spelling Of my Name Rolling through The streetz Riding Shot
Chango caliente on fire, hard en la calle Tamo' encendido asique con tu amiga caile Y no te pongas gistro mami que eso no se vale Vamo' a romper la casa asique no me
She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang, she shot me She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang, she shot me She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang, she shot me
pop pop pop That's four cousins shot I got grudges, let's discust this My music needs no touch ups I got a long record of fuck ups, trust me You don'
, no sir I plan to have a chauffeur It seems to me this chopping crack is really going no where Therefore I'm resurrected They call me The poor Injection
pop-pop-pop-pop That's four cousins shot! I got grudges, let's discuss this, my music needs no touch ups I got a long record of fuck ups, trust me you
chokin Eyes kinda red blood shot from the contact In a 67' Caddy bumpin Gap Band eight track What you say nigga 11/5's in the house So let me break it
me And get your caps peeled You know, See [Chorus] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks
