Exposing you will make me rest until then remember you're a bullshit fake paper gangster You aint nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake paper gangster a
Traduction: Blood For Blood. 'Ya Toujours Un Gangster papier.
less Exposing you will make me rest until then remember you're a bullshit fake paper gangster You aint nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake paper gangster a
gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year old girl Well, you gang members, you still don't get it, do ya
your krew tight, shoo get a clue, you belong in the Zoo, Yup, swingin' from a rope eatin' cantaloupe, Or woke in a boat like a frog and croak, Don't
makin' a bitch move. Tellin' people a bunch-a garbage? Somethin' that a snitch do, Get ya ass flipped dude, and ya body ditched dude, Get ya ass run up
off the leash, I ain't lose a fight yet, Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that, Yung wid a attitude, watch how ya talk to me, Keep playin
to struggle man, get through struggle blood and hate fuck criminalty, cuz theese might papers made me insane hope ya folks feel me, hope ya feel my pain im still
G, Battle juice in my blood, Jumpin' at ya boy, Man, you better have ya bungee cord, Since Wayne took me off the leash, I ain't lose a fight yet, Now
want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know
they not guilty [Styles] I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs Green back for drugs get waxed for the love 20 niggas batter me, still couldn
bad My buildin', my porch, my stoop Whatever you wanna call it, nigga, I'm Bruce Straight for paper, paper chaser Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta I know my block is a
my porch, my stoop Whatever you wanna call it nigga [Verse 1-Juelz Santana] Straight for paper, paper chaser Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta I know my block is a
still wikkid But somehow I kept comin up Just shy of a ticket Now I'm doin the most As a matter of fact I'm doin it all Cus connect gang bangin mean
ear... And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs... And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs... And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
Paz go deeper Y'all still under the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, it's all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can'
y'all ain't punkin me with car cables y'all still ain't jumpin me you had the 9 the AK a garbage truck took a shit shit you still wouldn't dump on me
's a handspring I like to call that a quick flip Pull triggers like hamstrings Boy, I'm doin' my damn thing Baby blood with them bricks, pimp Get off a