are you in this 'cause I can feel you pulling away Not to mention all the things you'd never say So really are you in this 'cause I can feel you pulling
Tradução: Stroke 9. Usted está en esto?.
Really are you in thise 'cause I can feel you pulling away Not to mention all the things you'd never say So really are you in this 'cause I can feel you
room we started to cry I was just so happy that you was alive And you told you how much that you hate the hospital And that they thieves are trying to
the room we started to cry I was just so happy that you was alive And you told you how much that you hate the hospital And that they thieves are trying
, so you assume position Wishin he would listen, so you start to kissin It's alive, and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline You aimed, you fired, THERE YOU
sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame (ooh yeah) Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you dick brain I'm just itching to
you assume position Wishin' he would listen, so you start to kissin' It's alive and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline You aimed, you fired, there you
's stepped in I stomp em down to the lowest You the slowest rapper that I met, but you owe us all a favor Not to, jet (nah you ain't goin nowhere) Not until you show us you
know you suck dudes for free I can smell slit, when I'm in lust to a degree If the shell fits, I'm the dust, you is dibre, trick If you one hunder-ed
s a thin line between a dollar and a hand which just connected With that hand belonged to you then you'd be the one that's most suspected So to deal with this
would you, could you Would you love me 2 the 9's? (I'll love you 2 the 9's) Would you, could you Will you love me for all time? (I'll love you for
a ditch Daily dug for himself on his grave I had to piss Scud missile never miss you Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip through You metal deeper, you
liquor (all that we need) This 9mm (will make you bleed) I advise you niggaz (don't fuck wit me) [project pat] Real playaz like to smoke a Stroke a
wack"} I'm the perfect one to show ya, all that slick talkin could be over All it's gon' take's a U-turn from the chauffeur You test me, you just see
Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss X-1 wild out, and make you watch this 'Til your
really, really wasn?t me You?re trying to convict me But you know me not guilty Mistaken identity When it really, really wasn?t me You?re trying to
I don't collect fat The feet are large and the jewels look great You could try to change but you're late get laid Wish you were me but that could never
