Tradução: Doa. Ya muerto.
can't kill us, already dead. too much shit, that's in our heads. don't give a fuck what they said cauze we're all, already dead. got no style, no grand
: Voy a esperar a que mueras para poderme burlar, cuando te pudras en tu propia sangre y no encuentres respuesta Finges ser dueno de tu vida, pero todo
put they cuffs on a rappa That's why I'm limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week I could show you how to blow up
ain't watchin me so here's a dome shot to the head As I take a Patron shot to the head And reminise about the shit the D.O.C. said "Get money, get cars
K.O.D'd Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it Kicked a couple of niggas asses Gotta take off and stay
used to mean somethin, a four was like you were the ****, now its like the least you get three and a half now just means you a peice of **** four and a
lives on the... news at 6 o'clock and again at eleven! pedophiles and rapists snatching kids out they school bodies dismantled with a garden hoe and
case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
to blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sellout, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio...comin from the R-O-M-E-O Watch me throw like a
how it comes A half a mill in twenties is like a bill where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become CNN said I'd be dead by 21 Black jack
would smile a lot I'm getting older, getting bolder but a wiser top Now I'm drunk driving, lap's full of the Budweiser tops Life is a movie and you're
do? [gangsta boo] Think about a master plan on how to buck them bitches dead Gangsta boo the devil?s daughter comin with the livin dead Yes i?m so so
ride wit' a G Dallas ride wit' a G, Houston ride wit' a G Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit' a G Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a
-L, I keep a bird in the P-O-T M-I-A! I'm The Mayor on my J-O-B You OD'd, O-Z's on the C-O-D Bink in VA, drinking V8 Squeek-kays got me ready to sneak
me in a 6, that's not my style You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don
Red Sea was parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game?
