Holiday for two beautiful furniture powdered gun drifting up inside Cretaceous man become just what I am Now don't move, don't move Ooooh don't move
Traduction: L'Église. Ne déplacez pas de.
Stealin? ya plant an? ya coffee An?all the nature ?pon your land He comes to rob the last corn in your pot Don?t try no move don?t try no run fi not
is what she said: "Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked, Money don't grow on trees. I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, There ain't nothing
[Reverend talking] Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know Ya just a hater
playing Who? Don't worry about if I carry em around if I didn't have one you would mad Don't worry about that I got that T-pain !! Baby give me a reason
bet you burnt em, you fry chicken nigga church em, or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle. Stop lyin ya'll pretenders ya'll ain't really workin
, nigga so don't start You don't wanna end your life, on a bad note Get lost in gun smoke, niggas better take notes From neopacknol, you ain't getting
nigga so don't start You don't wanna end your life, on a bad note Get lost in gun smoke, niggas better take notes From neopacknol, you ain't getting nothing
like a star And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain't far And the land (?) and stolen cars Don't get no better Don't get no weaker or no harder
50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know
we takin' over, one city at a time Listen! Blat, when you see Crack, better duck Like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what? Shit, I don't give f**k,
di next U.S president a policeman or a shotter or a gardener or di next church excellence just make up your mind and move forward don't live your life
they'll get me and maybe they won't But not tonight and it won't be here There are things I could say but I don't I know the mercy of God must be near
God don't make no promises that He don't keep. You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep. When you gonna wake up
greens, and really don't love you Never familiar, send 'em all in the city out to (?) an everyday thang and I bang your brains, nigga [Krayzie] Ain't
the bedroom light Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here Don't write nothing at
