ترجمة: بقعة أحذية. قبل ما الحق.
a price. The price is death to an unborn child. By what right, do you take the things you take? By what right, do you do what you do? By what right, do
By what right, do you take the things you take? By what right, do you do what you do? By what right, do you kill and steal? By what right, by what right
sit down Yo, na, we get the fuck up And leave the one you wit then take off of Usher That's right, six double O with chrome pipes U.S. Marshals out to
Yo I lost it but back is the Black Boogey Man Manic mad musician, maker of noise that's jocked, by your Homeboys, I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest
back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo' cheese Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po p's split the philly
get laid [Ya Boy] Baby what's you're name? You got a side kick let me get your aim, Me and you back seat on that Range, Cute and a body get's off the
winning, by landslides oh and umm Shady Limited's in any size yo, Denim To velour, even our clothing line's on fire As 50 would say 'Our clothing line's
, some shoes Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right You know what? You right, these
I get tired, I can still try out Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do But nobody's pickin' up a N*** Witta Attitude Confused, yo but Dre's a n***
equal. To me - all bitches are the same : Money hungry scandlist groopy ho's that's always riding on a nigga's dick. Always in a nigga's pocket and when
that's what it gotta do But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude Confused, yo but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose One of the few who's been
up kids is the dark alley What's slick rick, it's the ballies With played out new york niggas it's ticali Runnin from the ill shit I do what record labels
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man It's not even funny they can't (Breathe) The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right
nigga Tweety, and can you feel me [HOOK] [Verse 3] I treat 'em like what stick up kids is to dark alleys What's Slick Rick is to Bally's What played
out, a three the hard way endeavor Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town A showdown for Motown, it's
hit her right now she at the trap though i got a foreign bitch, she my foreign broad and every time we hang out drive my foreign cars (Verse 3 - Slick
Keep doing what your doing s*** its your world. Not me, you know I'm on to the next girl. You know how people balled up like an S-Curl. Put some miles
