put on a show Your making your stand for nothing at all Delighted with problems, a chance for a fall Causing a scene to distribute the pain It's all for
Traduction: DRI. Tout cela pour rien.
you put on a show Your making your stand for nothing at all Delighted with problems, a chance for a fall Causing a scene to distribute the pain It's all for
I'm coming through your window something like +Brother Man+ It's just who we are If I see yar, it's E.R Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star Tell me
here for you but I know how you feel, I know how you feel When no-one cares [chorus] If you feel just like I feel, PUSH PEOPLE Baby,everything is plastic, nothing
some things that I never forget: I remember green suits on a Black mayor; I remember nine-millimeter child slayers; I remember all the times that you
didn't matta I was bumpin for a profit tryna climb up tha ladda [Hook:] I gotta staaay on my griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind... I'm gon be hustlen till I loose my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind I
my infrared I love nothing, ain't my barber ride up fuck you in my head This how I feel about, all of y'all Disrespect me if you want, and all of y'all
I'm having a hard time, getting a grasp on reality Without that weed or mad at me, for shit I did before I reached my 20's If I knew then what I'm feeling
me Fuck all of y'all man, it go down S.U.C. for life, R.I.P. Robert Davis A.k.a Dj Screw this for you my nigga Yeah this for you [Z-Ro] Everybody know
s Ms. Slim Chance, I'm going for the crowd and I make 'em dance Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand How many mics I gotta break, till I make
I want right to the throne Cause rather reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me, I slap them down Real niggas move
up In Pac's life? To all y'all niggas Conversating on my life Mind your motherfucking business (Chorus) (Verse Two: T.I) I remember that Ay What's happening Pac Yeah I
I don't sweat varmits I suffer with my black group Just a one-day murderer On the motherfuckin Rudy Poop I snapped his soul, son Ain't no damn thing funny when I
my closet (I do) I'm Feeling like Biggie got some Coogie in my closet (say what?) Gotta a zoo all in my closet yes I do yes I do I got some gators buffalo
tears, for niggas that died I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone And I think I'm running out of time The god damn baby's daddy And I'm gonna damned to hell