how I come back you can never be proud of me It's too long to stay gone It's too long to stay gone I don't regret what words were said, deserved respect
Traduction: Get Up Kids. Stay Gone.
matter how I come back You can never be proud of me It's too long to stay gone It's too long to stay gone [Chorus] I don't regret what words were said
roll me something to smoke Hey my mind be cooking rhymes up Living til my times up, hate me then they love me Tell them try to make they minds up ?, ID
Wake up, up-up-up-up Wake up, up-up-up-up Wake up, up-up-up-up Wake up, up-up-up-up Wake up, up-up-up-up Wake up, up-up-up-up Wake up, up-up-up-up Wake
get a piece of mind Cause all I see is suicide receiving me by my tec9 Although my tattoo reads 'no more pain' Lately I feel the needle hit me up in vein
about running your mouth all the time It's all about stacking your change Now I don't know if you've been told I make it hot your ass gone have to stay
the sun cause skies stay gray This for the little kids that can't go play Cause everybody outside playing with an AK Come around my niggas you bust you fuck around get
I should of stayed up on the corner moving stone after stone With a red dot, led blocks with no time for school I'm in the kitchen whipping up a chicken
white man's idol (God) (talking) Who gone save your ass when we blast Who gone get the last laugh, coming up out of this ghetto crisis Coming up out
isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin
Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch
Like It's Race Namsayin If You Be Patient And You Take Your Time And? Nine Times Out Of Ten Homeboy You Gone Wake Up With Ya Breakfast In Bed But If
away screamin, please Young nigga, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around
is Homey got into a fight last night, that killed his kids [Chorus: 2Pac] In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's