like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong you like
like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lens If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong you like the
like a pen Come on, I need to show it Something too small for a lens If I rub it, if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong, you like
Traduzione: The Knife. Come una penna.
: Sharpen my body like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing
in Houston like I'm Whitney Say you like Brittany, put a knife in your kidney Godfather run game, like the Globetrotters I should run for President, like
He who fears fate lives like a coward You go against me, you'll be devoured Then you get to poppin you'll have a change of heart I hit your chest a couple
the whole strip (For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kin) For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my
you feel stressed falls through my hands live a sieve I'm on a new high with a pen and a pad and for fun I attend a jam that's super bad at the same
sound like you but you are far too gracious to waste your life with him the sparkle in your eyes becomes the darkness in the night I am the knife
used to act a fool with a 4 4 Now he in the pen getting' shot in his go go I had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe Now it came out he done got
should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood [? ] you and me both Break bread while I'm copping over this game Now pinch a loaf now homie who's your
you run for your life It's like a gun up against a knife You can never win, when we fight to the end I'm tight with the pen Don't be going off the head
way up in a slut Every once in a while I gotta touch a nigga up So I hit the bomb and split ya palm wid paper cuts I'm a oven when it comes to this thuggin
fame Used to look ya relationships like a positive thang 'Til I turned into a bank account to deposit your blame Used to be such a player but now I'm
while the rich gets richer [Ed O.G.] A lot of niggaz think that pro-black, is so wack Like the old school I'm a throwback, you know that We plantin seeds
the vile and the nine; keep a smile like that Leave the knife and the gun in the store And ignore temptation Sent by the nation Racial gain causes pain; need a
