creeps, give me the creeps Either you or I or both must go Either you or I or both must go When I'm on her mind, I'm never comin' back Two timin' is
or I or both must go Either you or I or both must go I'm on her mind and I'm never coming back If two timing is what it takes then we both know one take
Tradução: Cada Vez que morir. Kill The Music.
you or I or both must go Either you or I or both must go I'm on her mind and I'm never coming back If two timing is what it takes then we both know one
with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I
piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em And I got an extra clip in my Reeboks Cuz I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops Game
2: Hussein Fatal] When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get, Out the window on some uptown anthem shit, I'm stressin', but ain't no pressure, I
Gettin high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin it like it's a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck drinkin liquor
to die for me (Naw what I mean) I hit the scene Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare I'm right there My every word A fucking night mare Getting high
:] Yea U Know I'm Know I'm Neva Gon Change You Know, If I Was Tryna Change I Probably Coulda Changed, I'm Fucked Up Man, Dats Were I'm From Nigga [Verse
hurtin ya, it's when I fuck ya fasta, don't really wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have to, shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards
life (my life). I'm surprised I survived. It's amazin! (amazin) I'm alive, I got by with my life! [Layzie Bone:] Everytime I look around it seem like I
room Every homie know we move you know the scope is on Come in and snooze who feeling my music true dat Cause if I was in there I woulda been looting
you tell me where you run to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent
niggaz over quick like frying pan spatulas Why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us? Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous
' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out The Phuncky Feel, (?) and Kill A Man (KILL A MAN! *echoes*) That was about the time
) Verse Two: B-Real I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand 'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan Every where you look'a, he