Traduction: Dead Boys. Je ne le regretterez pas.
I won't look back I remember all their social games Gossip spreading talk among the lames Friday night's lonely passions Empty heads with no reactions now But I won't
hitters, weighs like anchors We don't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde I don't keep the scope
would of been avoided I just wanted a friend, feel me But they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuck If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn
nigga I'm doin good sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel so, I take a quote from menace "LOOK AT THE WHEELS!!" I'm addicted to stuntin,
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a
home, leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know Before I leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know [Birdman:] Yeah, red
Bello, movin' around mysteriously. "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand. I saw
life changed but chico won't change, I'm forever Dade invest in my future so I'm forever paid I don't play games fuck boy I ain't EA go ahead and hate
ever touched Los Angeles I found life was much more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I
're wonderful but you're just too reserved (I still can, Frank!) FZ: I know you will, maybe in a minute. Okay, I'll t-tell you what: Go back to your seats
ripple Sing boo, But at times I come in triple. Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead. Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead.