make much sense to me Anticipation kills relationships before they've taken off Please don't believe these things you see in your future From this moment on, all bets are off
Traduction: Tous les paris Off. Spider.
Traduction: Funeral For A Friend. Kiss et le maquillage (les paris sont ouverts).
t make much sense to me Anticipation kills relationships before they've taken off Please don't believe these things you see in your future From this moment on, all bets are off
doesn't make much sense to me Anticipation kills relationships before they've taken off Please don't believe these things you see in your future From this moment on, all bets are off
ain't even kicked in And young jackers get immortalized forever at twenty-one I used to move more damn weight than anyone [Chorus] Give it all you got
Black numerous times at start and behind the beat To tell the truth man. Shit, we all grew up in the ghetto Young black males, huh. Those black girls
a hustler, you can have the eight, the crack on me I tell 'em, bet you have the fiends try to snap those see Cuz I know eventually it's all coming back
one Joe, you ain't T-Mac Nigga, don't claim Brooklyn, don't do that When you niggaz come home, we don't want you back This is 312, all pimps in it Fall through, all
Cause I don't heard your little mix down I'm knowing where your vocals at Y'all cats ain't real rappers when the mic is off They got to cut and paste
Shit, you either own them, or you sell them for a bounty Some even do both Or crook it up too, shit all three like Kukoc All this income, and still the
X will give us some hope We all some lost souls, all seeking knowledge bad It's all the same, whether dropouts or college grads And 2001 was timulturous Tith all
Juice, yea, Conglomerate I Rap Like, ah, CHI, Wattup, LA, wattup [Verse 1] Juice, stacking his dough like John Prophet All this catches, macking these
[Spoken word] "I'm feeling like I got to be one of the hottest niggaz in the Chi, for real. I don't get mentions in all the magazines and shit,but all
blow I'll steal all of your kisses (your kisses) And sew them up In the creases of our hearts. And just to soften the blow I'll steal all of your kisses
lane And there's (nothing for you around here) You crossed over the other side of the tracks so there's (nothing for you around here) I used to bet on you But now the bets off
be all up in your name Got a slug to fit your brain, for this kilo of caine What's my name, Trey D's the nigga that's tatted and all I live to do you
I love you I hate you The one that kills me And without it All bets off Can't erase it, leave Eyes of lies Eyes of lies Together It's on The one that
