a junkie It has a wandering vien And all of your thoughtlessness Is dried up rain Aint no lookin back, now---is there kid? You always look to the west
Tradução: Joya. ¿No es No Volver Lookin (septiembre de 1996).
Tradução: Joya. ¿No es No Lookin Volver.
tellin her there is no competition to There Is No Competition 2 It's good to wake up look in the mirror and the only competition is u And even that nigga ain't
lean on the "J" now it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass just to avoid the block
first My grands probably burnin' Turnin' in they grave Some folks ain't even get to see a high age But they did so I ain't afraid And this money got me
with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Hahaha [50 Cent] Aww nigga don't trip I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip I won't hesitate to let
Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve (chorus) (Jadakiss sample: If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double Back bubble crack
(now) Come on girl get loose with me Show me something I ain't never seen, baby Break it on down for me get it get it girl Don't stop right now all I
up, Hoffa look They wanna get rid of this conscious crook Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel book But I ain't goin nowhere, that's
ain't ready Make me proud you daddy's little baby ha [Chorus] I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you
world ain't ready Make me proud you daddy's little baby ha I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you You
smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town INC Murder spittin in roundz You don't wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them flames It's Murda And ain't shit gon
let the whole world know it It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin 'bout
all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up Hating me kinky licks talking so much Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking You want to You ain't
I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit' laser Look at my whore, that is your
me: search and destroy I don?t think you wanna get murked by the boy My shit is military, y?alls is like a nursery toy It?s hurting you boys My team ain?t
Intro:] I can't breath in this space that's filled with your sound Can't call a spade, a spade in this town Dug a hole that I can't get out I can't figure
