face another day, oh Oh, sing a song of joy Sweet childhood, never desert me Time for celebration, oh Overcome with sense of elation I?ll never let you get to me
번역: 죽이는 농담. 당신은 나에게 얻지 못해 마십시오.
no prize being me and getting to wise They just make you turn around and go apologize I don't wanna lose what I've got But you'll never hear me say
, stupid That's what you get for thinkin and eventually Found that's what you get for stinkin Blowin up the spot when you rot Plus if it gets hot they know you
, you ain't ruthless you bitch I got a pine box just your size, I know it'll fit Your whole life's a mistake, stop holdin' the pen Kill yourself, come
, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first
can get killed Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat Chop
they whip me The damage is done Source Magazine, you're the first one You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers
you slip you're out You gotta know what you're talkin' about, drop science Every chance you get, hit direct and indirect, speak in code 'Cause you're never
' G I break crazy A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me, clock me, cops wanna glock me Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't stop me Uhh
king is up i here you better bring the right crown cause right up in this bitch you better turn the light now its looking '???????? YMCMB Do u really think you wanna test me
a minute and it'll blow away, it'll blow away You fancy me to be the master of your feelings You barely bruise me with your looks to kill Though I admit
them rolls up Bet I bringin' in them guns run a thug get low down You don't wanna get nutted 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody Once you see the braids
game you get fucked every time You get this feelin' inside my bloodline Somebody finna get fucked up If a nigga don't get some satisfaction Blastin'
with me? Y'all say you real, then we'll see Will you ride for me? Will you die for me? If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me? There he go, now slowly
of heard her prayer Cause he made me get a grip And got me on up outta there I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya You couldn't have told me
you ain't ever there, Talking bout you poppin bottles, I don't see none, You made it rain where, I don't see a one, Go on get it off, that's what they
