Letras:
Silly P S

Vergi? nicht, Vater, wenn du frierst: Ich bin wie du geworden. Ich la? mich nicht und la? mich nie mit lauten Lugen morden. Vergi? nicht, Mutter, wenn

Vergi? nicht, Vater, wenn du frierst: Ich bin wie du geworden. Ich la? mich nicht und la? mich nie mit lauten Lugen morden. Vergi? nicht, Mutter, wenn

when the love is gone then it's just B.S. left Just niggaz with chains on tryna be S.F. (Street Fam) That's when your ace become ya B.F.F. Pa-Pa-Pa-Pachange

A lot of people already know exactly where it's at Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack {*whispered* - Compton} Yeah that's the name of my

rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap It's

you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas

's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50 percent of it's 50 cent The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is But if you even

high Yeah, I do 'cause I like to get silly wit it And since I drink St. Ides, yo A nigga get religious with it I want short, talls, 40s, and them 64s

little young C.E's need to sell some O's And tell your ho's to get out my grill cause I got cash flow More mo's extremes be these ho's dreams Twenty-