My pebble on the beach is getting washed away Given everything that was mine to give Now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live So often
Tradução: Tráfico. No Time To Live.
beach is getting washed away I've given everything that was mine to give And now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live So often I have
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some lines That's the wrong nigga, when you need help with your rhymes All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more time
the bullshit at home If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome If I die then I'm leavin a clone; but if I live through the drama one mo' time then them
since I came in the game on Kam back Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that Eat with that, sleep with
my G-Unit's Tryin to talk Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up So they could stand side by side again and live it up This might be the last time you
like a king, and live my life, trouble free I see yesterday I called you names, and played games on yo' mind I promise that I'll change in time It's
to be rich like a king and live my life trouble free I see, yesterday I called you names, and played games on your mind I promise that I'll change in time
paid but all the drama that's attached We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
think I'll unpack. 'Cause I'm not sure If I live here, no, I'm not sure if I live here anymore. I'm not sure if I live here anymore
but they Believe I'm so notorious (yeah) You know that I've been 'bout my bread Even though we rappin' now (yes) We used to live on the strip even though
: A long time ago came a man on a track walking thirty miles with a pack on his back and he put down his load where he thought it was the best made a
: I can't live without you Set my goals around you Takes a little extra time But it all works out You're a shining ember I'll be shining armor Just
call it music once it get remasterd i got with gotti started makin classics its MURDER its the corses of traffic trust was my only niggaz force of habbit at the time
