Traduction: Short Stack. L'arrière de ma tête.
are passing, and the fire is dead, so we keep it all here in the back of your head. are you out there, are you anywhere just say goodbye just like in my
look at me! You can't tell? What you think is even goin with my head? I don't even know I need got to tell me. Anyways let's get back to the story enough
damaged my brain, next weekend lets do it again! spinning, my head is spinning, up around around! down to the pub up to the club! my stomach's turning, oh my
expect none of my people, to ride or die for me I handle my own beef, I don't need back-up Cause if they talking bout jumping me, I'm raising my gat up
back in the kitchen got my palms itching Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black
I'm trying to count you getting high, off this Alabama tie Falling short of my plans, so my anger is rising Let me take out I-10, while my pressure is
shit back, ghetto children kick back Once I hit the mat Niggaz will never get this shit back Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my
my own team Too much division, head-on collisions Is blockin my visionary skills Get back to the mission to pay my own bills Stay on point and I guard my
on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends til the law ends, flossin Rollin in my Benz I
won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs Fucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga what Bone niggas fin to do a
to the back on my New York shit (WOO! WOO!) Yeah, I'm on my New York shit (Oh!) Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!) I'm on my New York
kiss my black ass [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Nah, Em, tell 'em to kiss my black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts, My bullet wounds, my beauty marks,
yeah yeah) Yeah, blaze one for the nation (A yeah yeah) You know my name You know my name (A yeah yeah) You know my name [Mr. Short Khop] Yeah, some
me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P Met him unlocked doors, off my keys Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially Man he broke bread with me, my
ass was amazing tiffany and emily my bonified sluts when i cum they touch tounges and share that nut got a white chick down in florida named sasha on my momma her head
in my eyes If this the only chance I get to you can bet I'mma ride I got my back against the wall but my hand on my tool Cuz niggaz gotta give me somethin