Hello, how are you? Hello, how are you? It's good to see you again Hello, where are you? I've been trying to reach you in vain Hello Hello, how are
Tradução: No Mercy. ¿Cómo estás.
are you? If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true? Motherfucker, I sat back and watched You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended
m writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you Love you, if you didn't know I feel this way How I, think about you every
and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground* These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still
Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you
you until you're broke and when you're broke, they move onto the next dope and there you are, can't even pay your car, nope and when you reminisce thinkin how you
' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan To be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned Scams are plotted over grams
death of you Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you If you dont know who you are,how
How the tables are turned Hey now, Bury me alive And I'll make it back home You know I'll always make it I'll make it back home to you You know I'm all
hurt me no more) That's right bitch: and I don't need you, don't want to see you Bitch you get (no love) You show me nothing but hate You ran me into
you I rage against everything that you do Get this hell out out of my way There's nothing more that you can say so Get this hell out get this hell out
t save you, your family?s gone You?re waiting on your judgment at the foot of the throne Will you beg for some mercy? Will you cop some pleas? Will you
and behold you sold your soul Nigga there's nuttin left of you Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? If you don't know who you are, how could
Fuck the bass smokin' hay Me, I ain't no joke And then some more dope then you'd ever know E-I-L-O, hello When I'm all by myself let it go, let it
are you Sarakana? Arnold Schwarzenegger, can kill who he wanna? In California, they strap you to a gurney And murder yo' ass, in front of your attorney Do you
is how I do them stank-hoes You should hear how she sounds with a cock And her boots get knocked, from here to Czechoslovakia Two are on top, one on the