So long, leave me memories I'd rather think of better moments I've come this far and realized things are never gonna change Unless you face it, face it
'd never be. Is this worth it? Don't you live your whole life in questioning? Don't you live your whole life in suffering. Suffering the loss. So cold
번역: 그림 푸르. 손실.
talkin', and they dogged us, man. It's all the same, but what do we gain by giving you niggas fame? So we let the records show. The forty-four mag'
bitch You slip and you're soon to get Fucked up by a lunatic Decide to pack a gat Well that's the way I prefer Your forty-four might do damage But see
Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets Yeah, hit the floor nigga
't care no mo' Niggas want me ta help 'em, ain't helpin' theyself You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself Ain't no love loss, I just
on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop Family or not, some ***** making plans with the cops Trying to figure how to make this
't figure eight twice At sixteen uncut, direct from the cult Head on assault, the result, death by the bolt In a vote, it spoke about the average loss
Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops Trying to figure how to make
[B-Real] Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x) Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!) Take you outdoor
scuffin so give it up when I'm bustin or get to duckin cuz I ain't given em nuthin Fools can't get none, so fuck em! Verse Four: PS Let me rock the
I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine So how you figure you're gettin' up around the
fuck with the wrong motherfuckers They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh We got something to put you back into your truck quick Hey, that four-four
t care no mo' Niggas want me ta help 'em.. ain't helpin' theyself You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself Ain't no love loss... I just
Chorus- These clowns are beneath me Four pound in the GT them niggaz won't sneak me Slow down take it easy You shouldn't tlak so greezy and walk so freely
to by a fo-fo (Bloop Bloop) Sending them express to hell though *Mos Def:* Classic material like Run DMC. At least, four out of five, every Jeep owner
