back home) She?ll pick a fight for no good reason She knows I?ll never leave I love her half to death, But she?s killing me She?s killing me Oh ohhh
Traduction: A Rocket To The Moon. Elle me tue.
On, Ya Killin' Me The Enemy Keep Tryin' But Can't Get Rid Of Me Bombs Like Timothy Arms Like A Centipede Hoes Through His Door Make Sure He's A Memory
you dog, but we ain't alike A K-Swiss kick thug just ain't a Nike The name's Esoteric, I possess true skill You a flash in the pan like D-Wade on Blue
's why your win's low I sold my soul to the devil that's a crappy deal Least it came with a few toys like a happy meal This game you could never win Cause
of a man So can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed It's
my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE Kill the gimmick It's nonsense, it's no sense or value a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that "Roxanne, you don
tryin to get off cigarettes And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet I appoligize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion a
Dylan) Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man so can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's
over Kingpin's still moving that weight And his main goon burned up a discotech He's a hazard, classic, nigga, we got a flick of him He jacked Nate, while
You know what? What's up? Shit, I'm feeling good now You better come and get me 'fore I fall into a freestyle [Technique] They say, what's a rapper?
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
sugar, spread sweet as a candy shop Give the valet the car keys of the candy drop Now gather round y'all, here comes a sight to see Me and Menta'll come and kill
Hear me now! I was born 13th child, ?neath the 13th moon Spit out all hungry and born anew Daddy drag me to the river tie me in rocks Throw me in where
If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a
She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [Royce Da 5'9"] Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless Like a pair of Diadora
