want my money They want my time All they gonna get Is a dick up in they mouth Bitches want my money They want my time [she only want the finer
2x Bitches want my money They want my time All they gonna get Is a dick up in they mouth Bitches want my money They want my time [she only want the
Traduction: C-Assassiner. Ils veux mon argent.
it keep my dick up in they mouth I'm Screwed Up Click till they lay me in my casket I ride around Houston with that plastic Hand on my steel wood grain
it, and end up with ten to fifteen Talking about how they done crept up, on a nigga from the blind Couldn't even acknowledge they presence, they cowards in my
by my lone, incase they wanna think it's something weak Yeah I hear they like to talk, cause they hate that I'm in my zone My brother said if they don
up in my face bumping they gums. Yeeaahhh....Lately...What the fuck do you want with me? (*Talks*)Feel me (*Sings*)S.U.C. (*Talks*)That's my clique (*
avoiding them haters Cause they keep dropping salt in the game Bumping they gums so they end up getting caught in the game, don't maintain Handle my
shit here, hahahaha Please, no more pain That's right nigga Hey drop that shit boy Verse One: 2Pac My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My
three Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that Never drop my guard, been on
is the headcrack, the sign of a devil. Trick Six six six, I'm back on my bullshit; See clear through my third eye! - It's gon' be a murder. Every summer
the sun My pops 39 years old, and still on the run [Chorus] [Too $hort] Order what you want, you want dope, you want coke Order what you want, you want
And beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie, It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole, C4s, we fly on linz, And my
are startin to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My niggaz live in section eight of public housing They murder
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every
