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thief.
And meanwhile the brothers three
Feasted into the night
And toasted time after time
Until the morning light.
He was sentenced to death by
(1, 2, 3, 4)
I think it's unfair
The only time I go away
Is the only time you care
I think tonight
I'll take a drive by your house
And look
Your my Shangri La
I've been all around
Finally I've found
On a field of dreams an angel
By the ocean blue
With a perfect view
When I'm looking
you smoke chronic by the jars
Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
You slap a bitch
witness to this raw facts
Life is a three-sixty, what goes around comes around
and back to your cypher, it will come to haunt you down
Who knows, you
alone, awake again at three a.m. and i can't get her off my mind. the girl in question's not just any girl- she makes me feel like i'm alive. but i
a class by myself, which makes me so complete
At the top when I rock, I charge like a rhino
You're addicted to my rhymes just like a wino
Is to liquor, but
why'all know?
We ain't finished till it's almost
You gotta deal with a broad that ain't even 5'4?My live goal is to send three or four in the Tahoe
I park my Chevy, board a westbound plane
Knock on a few doors back where I came
And spin an old record out track by track
It's been a while since
Ciągle jestem sam
W ramach chuci wstrętu w sercu kod dostępu
Założyłem by chronić swoje sny
Kiedy jestem zły cztery MP3
Naraz puszczam sobie w mojej
pastor that I meet just wants to give me handshake
How I turned one unbeliever into my current fanbase
Like
Oh by the way
They owe me something from
shoes, long road, gotta walk by myself
No clue what's on 'cause, I ain't calling for help
If I'm old news I'll make sure to report it myself
Got my whole
Skumaj nie jestem Chali 2na
By palić skuna jak 2Pac nie muszę palić w trupa
Nie mieszkam w NY choć zrobię tu sajgon
Nie jestem jak Nas choć kocham
shoulder
Weight on my shoulder
Walk the walk about it
Talk the talk about it
You the top spot
Make the block hot
When you drive by my house
Take
shamed
As you run away
Know that you were played by the puppets' sycophantic games
Know this wasn't easy for me
Erasure scan it's all for naught
sportowym
możesz odbić znów 3/4 goudy
możesz usłyszeć tu mała połknij
uważaj żebyś na podłodze nie spała bez kołdry
jeden warunek jeśli dziś chcesz mieć
straight A's in school
And yeah, I sing in the choir
Never made a good liar
And I've been turned down
By every bigwig in town
But I'm not one to quit
This
Yeah yeah
Ay
Ok Shaney I see you, for real
(Young Shaney Jay he the plug boy) Ay
You can tell by the way that I walk
That a young nigga prolly
walked in I planned my attack
Three packets in hand, I sat at my usual table in back
He might've been calling the numbers, but I was calling the shots
to get by|The hardest work he's done on his big career's a|Fifth 'a whiskey and a case of beer|When she talks to mama|She lies|She's got her pride||2nd
오늘도 I do so
Hustle hard, hustle hard
오늘도 참 바빴군
Whistle loud, whistle loud, woo wee hwi
휘파람을 불면서 기다린 good timing
Double three, double five 삼삼오오
Reborn now Reborn now
Reborn now Reborn now
Reborn now Reborn now
Reborn now Reborn now
So gimme a one two three four I declare a heart war
Gimme a five
some destination that it ought to arrive at
But it is best understood by the analogy with music
Because music as an art form is essentially playful
We
got touched, it was done by faction
And I ain't screamin' out "Action" (why?)
But when it comes to the arms
Broski swinging his like an Anglo-Saxon
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