't know who I am And she doesn't give a damn And someday she'll know who I am Then maybe she'll give a damn
Traduction: A Rocket To The Moon. Give A Damn.
and Banks was puttin out classics, A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die, Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly, Automatic mossberg, who want a
from the streets You barely made it I came in a little late the movie .. breaking Thinking I was terrible trying to do the moon walk from a .. wall Damn
tell a lie, tonight you couldn't find a better guy King shit, flyer than anyone you get seen with Gangsta distinguished, cool as a penguin Got a team
To Bring The Giant Out Of A Gentleman, Gee Golly Gigabytes and A Gorillas hand, to the side of a niggas face like i don't give a damn, and if he's with
Out Of The Gental Man G Goli Giga Bytes In A Gorrilla's Hand To The Side Of A Niggaz Face Like I Don't Give A Damn Even If Hes Wit His Manz-- And Thenz
now I'm takin a leak I kill at will, thrill, top bill I'm makin a mill, and damn I'm still makin history on the M-I-C And for the young ladies, a nigga
will reign murder you all in his name Bismallah with a fist and a pistol I dismiss the kiss from a Hiss giver, wrist slitter, male bitch a witch with a twist a
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig
] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving
a hole in those rappers like the moon with a crater Because they battle me they're really taking a risk, Cause you're an eight track tape and I'm a compact
I'm a true nigga, please do, nigga Betta inquire from a few niggas 'Cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead
two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon Before I left the premise,
It's the half and half hypothesis the 50, 50 theory Eerie as it may seem, check your balance beam Now check your Balance Beamer with a feather and a rock
a cuss word I'd just be like, fuck If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin like sup If I was a butthole I'd just be an exit If I was the DOC I'd be
'm takin a leak I kill at will, thrill, top bill I'm makin a mill, and damn I'm still Makin history on the m i c And for the young ladies, a nigga like
