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Twój czas by umrzeć czytaj: moje pięć minut
To Bartodzieje, ziomek poznasz nas po stylu
Nie widzisz czynów, to poznaj nas po słowach
I miastem rządzi
body[00:28.12]Don't need anybody[00:30.45]Just need your body[00:34.12]The closer she gets I'm reminded by[00:38.32]The way that we left things I don't why[00:42.47]She
If you ever cry[00:29.25]You'll find me by your side[00:33.81]Wiping off your tears[00:40.89]If you ever die[00:46.17]There'll be no life[00:50.74]I
you[01:51.14]Might know a little thing about me[01:53.98]Boy you know I know a thing about you[01:56.72]So many lessons I been finding shelter[01:59.73]No more
(Mil')[01:21.31]Boss up, bitch forreal (Real)[01:22.81]Boss up, bitch forreal (Forreal)[01:25.82]Aye, hol' up[01:28.75]Huh, psh, yeah, shawty I'm[01:29.98]Ride with mob,
with my man Max and
Sékou with the spliff an'
Reminisin' about the time the
Flow used to rock
But '98 it's mellowbag and freundeskreis
To tie the knot
we riding on Chevrolet
Got clips by the dozen, I'm eating grapes
So you got killers that's ready to roll?
You finna put two in my head and just blow?
her stop frontin
Always worried some petty shit but it ain't bout nun
I been making plays all week, I'm bout to touchdown
I'm protected by my god like
of doom there can be so many snakes in the room
Surrounded, dumbfounded by the way that they move
Their like dogs in a pack they assume
Their deceitful
I'd be gone in a day
I could kill the game coming off of the brain
Because 98% of you are not in my lane (look in the mirror)
I just wanna say that I'm
zoom-zoom-zoom
Zuma Beach, Malibu headed down the coast
I pop a wheelie and I'm talkin' to the holy ghost
97, 98, 99
Just hold on tight and let the world fly
bird number one[00:45.51]Without the nest or our mum, the fun has begun[00:47.98]Dived down to explore what lay beneath[00:49.88]Swam around for hours in
Zbijam beczkę z Dioxem i W.E.N.Ą
Wsiadam do srebrnego S40
98' skrzynia nie ten tego zgrzyta jakby szwed uczył się francuskiego
Elo! Beton zrywa maszyna
moje wybryki
A mój rap od 98' wciąż mówiły „mój ziomek"
Przebicie się zajęło mi trochę
Gdy grałem pierwszy koncert patrzyli szyderczo po sobie
Sto razy
started in 98 on a pirate station i thought was great
Supream fm 96.1 where we showed our skills to south of london
live a legend so solid
EDF for year was
for you and me to live in, no we don't know why.
Sitting in the court room tune on the stand hoping that his story her believed by a man took his life
uprzejmych nie gramy za brawo
Apetyt rośnie i ciągle mi mało
Mordy są ze mną co by się nie działo
Zazdrość ich zżera jak stykają się z tą sztuką
Że gnojowi się
with her life
And when she passed
I made a tape of all my songs
And on that final ride
I prayed for her to find her peace
Then I left it by her side
been goin through some issues
Back to the basics
Timbs' loosely laced In
On my '98 shit, do it just like Jay did from Brooklyn
Live from the 7-1-8
Who you flowin? Who you owin?
In '98 don't shit come free
Not even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times
Do the math baby, do the math
Once again, another Trax Productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't
Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim
Ain't no
to paint her toes
back tattoo of a rose shows
99 problems, 98 are hoes
too much, decide to sit in the rain so I lie
yell from the living room "my
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
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