but you are drifiting away [chorus] Tell me Is it over now Between you and me Is it time to let go now And set our hearts free Is it over now Between
Tradução: Nina. ¿Es más.
and the West coast is ridin again My competition is none, I'm on a mission with guns Starin death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep when we ride My enemies is
outlaw and the westcoast is ridin again My competition is none, I'm on the mission with guns Starring death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep, when we ride My enemies is
it better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course Praise to the pharoah Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still
it to the pearly gates Or will I burn off in that lake now, Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake How many wait it's too late it's over
them? Unless you get it on tape It's more suspense and mystery than a Presidio tape Investigation more cartoon than a kid video tape It's civil liberties
right now, just maybe Maybe it's a relapse, maybe I'm high right now, where the weed at? Maybe this is ER, maybe I'm a real doc and this is CPR Maybe
This is America And we are Americans Im'a make Vuku bucks wearin Vuku vests Drama hanging over my head like a voodoo hex I could've been next to fly over
m a giant These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic The game is helpless, let'
Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is "Loose" And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof" Yo vest is no use when we cock and flame It's Murda, (yeah
what it is, think I'm serious Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to
for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel
you make of it These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery So stop stuntin' homie false promotin' It ain't about what'cha makin' it
fuck out a there, cuz baby its hot out there If this was a movie it?s time to roll the credits, cut! Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the
Under That Floor Well It Sure Isnt Nails Just How I Make Money Cracker Ima Make Bail Im A Lebra And My Sign Is Ah Scale An If It Dont Measure Up Then
is hard [Baby] I jock that, so wipe a nigga down Let's dribble on a hoe, bitch time to go [Tateeze] The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot the groupies
