's begun Don't be a number 'cause I know that I'm gonna have me some fun Gotta stick to your guns Stick to your guns... Gotta stick to your guns See the
Traduction: D'. Stick To Your Guns.
your life's begun Don't be a number cuz I know that I'm gonna have me some fun Gotta stick to your guns Stick to your guns... Gotta stick to your guns
Matrix" in the A-6 Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick) Give me the safe, I spit at your face Double clip in your mug, then have SP hit
of money Southside, I'm wrecking for where I lay my head at Disrespect me, you the nigga I'ma spray my lead at I'm living for today, don't give a fuck
I'd stick a needle in my eye If I don't live and die for M.O.B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box
donut? I ain't came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chimp check. Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland. Hoping I
franks on I'm hidin' out, so my meals is home cooked I deal wit more ho's than a chinese phone book Your high with your messed up ratchets I'm out blowin
that could hold his own" You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make I got a ruger
And I'ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns Niggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I
I'll banish and make 'em vanish and do it for the people! I be the baddest see when I see when I spit I become the maddest And kill 'em until the blood
I'll BANISH AND MAKE 'EM VANISH AND DO IT FOR THE PEOPLE! I be the baddest see when I see when I spit I become the maddest And kill 'em until the blood
a dick and still live with your mother Copping shit that superceded your salary Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family
I tell you what When I'm switching my whips I bury one Walk around in the streets With heavy guns Bust it Marinate in your self-source A couple shells
I'ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns Niggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I
's simple I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a pencil Look at what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your nitch you're
now, you know the white boy'll bite you I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I
