're a shooting star that fell without the rain You just don't care anymore You're just not there any more 'Cos you're a shooting star that fell without
ترجمة: أعمق الأزرق. نيزك.
I'llest shit we wore those, marked money we tore those My whole team channelin' coke through urban portholes You livin' like meer immortals, your block's foreclosed We forty deep
thinks she's VA Singin' in the mirror they think it's easy Blue Lamborghini 'cause you heard Jeezy Yeah, your 'Block Is Hot' but you're not Weezy First class flights, star
the round up Pound up The God when the devil wished the cents Blaowed to the essence sinks Deep down into the blue train cover The real got surreal ?
2 - Elzhi] I toke green, blowin' out smoke screens Poke queens, leave them with soaked jeans You're the definition of what "joke" mean I'm star status
(featuring Raekwon) [singer] Tony for mayor.. (x4) [Ghostface Killah] Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish Doors is crisp, velour stop at the wrist
Stop the crow from the young flowers, from goin to Howard Brooklyn Babe Ruth, raised in fatigues and boots Blue-printin who we hittin, and we need to shoot
dough so pop a couple of dough, Lil' Rippsta..nigga mista clean, nigga my..instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team, and a 45 indeed will deep--deep
know what to do You only think of my paper You only think of me down I heard - "Let's shoot the Big Sound!" White sneakers, yellow shirts and blue jeans
't it be irony if the tuna fish canneries Were to fall into the sea? The dolphins and the whales still left alive Cry to the stars in the deep blue night
reflect Triple decks and levels, the tri-tech projection I'm listening a diamond in the rough of my rhyme Shoot a beam for the need of a dig in the times
seem this far But did I ever tell you you're my shooting star? Warmer than a house faster than your car Did I ever tell you you're my shooting star
u runnin into bullet proof hoe, we still da Triple 6 Prophet to da P earsin niggas that wanna skrive with flows of horror I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg deep
street poets in the house, write on (Write on, write on) Black people, right on, right one (Right on, right on) All my niggas rollin' Chevy's on deep
, check I'm from where the hammer's rung, news cameras never come You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer Where the blue
lost a minute of sleeping Worrying 'bout the way the things Might have been. I was a devil with a blue dress, blue dress, blue dress. Devil with the blue
sex and affection and let me dial slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch) Yeah Dogg, one more thing I forgot to mention Shoot five niggas, shoot ten Shoot
