Traduction: 13 Faces. Rien Like You.
Me, you can't stop me Cause I'm nothing like you You're just a minor obsruction of fear and dismay I'm stuck in this prison that you call a home You
of bein all peaceful the partially thugs be spreadin like cancer Frontin like gangsters until you bust their head and they lookin like dancers While they leanin and the rockin with after You
's a few more strangers in a life of nothing else Though the deck is stacked against you Win or lose, you have to play The hand a life has dealt you
on first, you know? Like I know . . . FZ: Beat him while you're talking. Phyllis: You know like . . . I tell you something. I hope it's not getting your
on Move back I need dougie space like ay, ay Then it's right back to my muggin' face Niggas said put the weed out BBM, you buggin face We walked in,
you rights Right means not wrong 1 life 1 chance 1 earth 1 people you decide? RIGHT-you say you?re right I say you?re wrong You destroy lives You build
Figured out long time ago Nothing's as it seems don't you know Go underground if you want the scoop Cuz the population's out the loop You know I size
I'm just bein' real, you know I'm like the sun, I'm tryin' to shine on everybody You know what I'm sayin' But it's like situation after situation, you
holding a weapon, walk like a corpse, In the face of transgression, military issue Kalish- -Nakova or machete or a pitchfork, He killing cause he feel he got nothing
face And they just my song on Move back I need dougie space like ay, ay Then its right back to my muggin' face Niggas said put the weed out BBM, you buggin face
loss Kid holding a weapon, walk like a corpse In the face of transgression, military issue Kalash- -Nikova or machete or a pitchfork He killing cause he feel he got nothing
you're gonna flatter me Bitch I could give a fuck about what you're doing I could give a fuck about what, who that you flew Make you sick like the flu
the face of past enemies Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me Hey Joey, let's just get this money Brothas just be wilin' Hey Joey, you
, I sharpen my blade I'm frontin' to this perv like I'm only in the 7th grade The doorbell rings I gotta get 'em inside In my best little girl voice I'm like
