I'll never get over you You took my soul (you took my soul) You left me cold (ever so cold) But now I know someday I will get over you It started again
never get over you You took my soul (You took my soul) You left me cold (Ever so cold) But now I know someday, I will get over you Get over Get over
Traduzione: Passi. Never Get Over You.
'll never get over you You took my soul (you took my soul) You left me cold (ever so cold) But now I know someday I will get over you It started again
The Squad is Big Time if you wanna be exactin' Dealin' with keys, you see these on the mad tip Act like you want it and we'll have to just wreck shit [
my gift to you now you know, its all over! [gun click] you know what this is (gun blast) hughs showed you to get bizz and what I gotta do to get big
[DJ Peril:] Nfamous - step, step, step, step, step, step, step up! [Verse 1: Nfamous] Caught between a rock and a hard place Nfamous, rock the mike
and don't fuck with the clique Bitch get out my bidness You won't witness ass niggaz get it twisted This the wrong shit to get hit with [Chorus] [Nate
die you've got have the shit never let them make you quit rule number 1 is that you're not to give a shit about every damn body that now wants to cut you
for dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me Buck, buck, pigs get fucked, don't step ta this Quiet has kept them
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you
let em step, and I'll bomb em See somethin you want, why don't you come and get it And then get waxed and taxed, like the government Then I leave you
tell how you rough I get I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit You can't get in because my gate's bigger I'ma snake nigga
[Tupac] That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all (damn) Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you
I never owned anything that's mine So I'm tryin you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low Never call the police, I never call you bitch and
can't fade me On the real I kill when I step to ya fucking grill So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked I'm not a buster from the hood selling
