Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on Cocaine, cocaine to go Straight to your brain Hold on, I think the game is over Hold on and try again to feel all
Traduction: Black Box. Hold On.
man Real Talk Of New York [Verse 1: Fabolous] Its all eyes on me like Mr. Shakur So they wanna (pause) the door Chicks come around and put kisses on
-e skip to my lou.. a-hunk-a-hunk-a burning love ive been working on the rail road black betty... black betty...had a baby freddys dead...thats what i
me use it on ya, take it out take a breather then reuse it on ya It's on you I could murder your ass, or drop some murder music on ya And fuck that Hollywood
will you now resort to black umbrellas in the sight blanching sun or stay indoors taking the pill to your face... striking that lightning on nothing
on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug
loaded clip, I be on dat shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit (Yeah) I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse
size of saxophones Therefore I'm on the move with the squad I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad Picture me putting jewels on a broad I'd rather put shoes on
out Porsche spots drop Gun in the stash box Get ya bitch ass shot stuntin around here (here) Flow so hot They say I got it locked Hold on a second homie
I could join But I didn't go yet Cool with the devil on my back I'm in cold sweats Bout to do some dirt In some dirty black old sweats If you known you
For reala I'ma kill her I'm just a money man So where the dollars at? Some around back, Ima work until them flowers black She wanna ride on this I make
I will turn black and white Become that horoscope you're reading It predicts something good is on its way Oh, and then I will send you the world green and blue In a box
turn black and white, become that horoscope you're reading It predicts something good is on it's way Oh and then I will send you the world green and blue in a box
see what I'm sayin' And heavy is how I weigh in Niggaz love singin' sad songs about how bad they want to stay in Either hold out on basketball playin
thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there Damn I forgot how much money he got On
smoke, pack toast in a black coat To roast motherfuckers, over lactose Stay skeed off laced weed I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks Rolling box
