Traduction: Doa. Réduire le temps.
[chorus:] i'm gonna cut you right in half gonna chop chop chop til there's nothin' left you're not the first and you won't be the last diced or quartered
the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Hook] [Fortune] It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the
Feel Buck When I Ride By (I'm So Hood) I I got 'em hatin', talking like Plies Niggas Keep Dropping Like Flies Snitching Ain't Going Cut No Time (I'm So
-X-O [Professor X] Over and under as I progress to this Got no time to be hanging out with humanists Raise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the
R.I.P. Robert Davis A.k.a Dj Screw this for you my nigga Yeah this for you [Z-Ro] Everybody know me I'm the number one head buster With a 4 pound glock
turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks A little weed, a little X, a little H,
that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
a love affair, wit' violence and guns So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder That's why the mac react like a
fears fate lives like a coward You go against me, you'll be devoured Then you get to poppin you'll have a change of heart I hit your chest a couple times
a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in god it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from who you be with keep this a
Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter And
was in the crack game before baking soda Bitch I'm a o-g bitch I'm o-g I'm gettin high off my money Til I o.d see you don't know me the bitches know me
of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't got time to hide I'd walk through a blazing fire, baby, if I knew you was
: Bizzy Bone {Krayzie Bone}] These are the signs of time, time, time. {Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh} [x3] These are the signs of time, time, time.
a nigga straight to the temple Done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin' Get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em, time from time
trigger you fall, It's Wish Bone, no shorts gotta get mine, Yeah it's my time, Me and my thugs smokin' chokin' Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine [Hook
1 (JD)] Like when ghetto's justice that's what I'm talkin' bout a shorty that can tell ya when the J's come out (yeah) get creative with the hair cut
