gone, and I'll end this all night The one hand throws the whiskey, and the other throws the gun As he cries out to the heavens, I am not my father's son
soul is gone, I've learned this all night The one hand throws the whiskey, and the other throws the gun As he cries out to the heavens I am not my father's son
Traduction: 3 Doors Down. Père Fils.
chickens that play me, don't knock that nigga little Layzie [Child] Catch Mo-mmy, hey mommy where's my da-ddy, where's my da-ddy? [x4] [Bizzy - Verse 3
rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap It's
for that black bitch track, And n***as stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped, When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and
breath, sweating I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson My son's ultrasound
the master plan and it's already written The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry... it's written! Looking back on my life Life that's gladly been given
see that picture there That's our wedding she was 21 Ain't she pretty and my first born was a son And now she's pregnant again Thank you And if it's
