need to be encaged I just need to rearrange I can't see ou anymore I can't leave right out th door After all that we've been through I can't be with or without
right out the door Well, after all that we've been through Well, I can't be with or without you With or without you With or without you With or without you With or without
out the door Well after all that we've been through Well I can't be with or without you with or without you... With or without you... With or without you... With or without
Traduction: Dope. With Or Without You.
t need to be encaged I just need to rearrange I can't see ou anymore I can't leave right out th door After all that we've been through I can't be with or without
t be encaged I just need to rearrange I can't see you any more I can't leave right out the door After all that we've been through I can't be with or without
2:] Now you can go Black, or you can go white You can go red or brown, but it still ain't right If the sauce ain't tight, and the swag ain't cripsy With
my head Many creatures in my brain Many toxins in my cell So many people in my head No mirror, face to face Me and myself Fighting dope with dope That
the city Without Jigga or Fitty Or Biggie or Diddy I show niggas no pity Just figure they dritty Send sac with the forty made me way with the fitty They
with big girls And the guys you date these days differ I hear the stories and it makes me sicker My heart aches you fake like a picture So close to reality but not quite So dope
bentley coupe with just one seat, ....... cigarillo with just one freak, and if i fall off before i ask for help, ill eat lunchmeat, wear my pride on my shoulders and my heart on my sleeves, with
, in this life that's too beautiful Niggaz that got killed, they dreams'll be fulfilled Still I can't cope, without finding some of that dope On the hottest
damn if you die, one less nigger to deal with Ask me why, I don't give a fuck about the police Cause all they offer is the penitentiary, with no peace They planting dope
[Lyrical 187] 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
hesitate to seel you an underground tape Fuck the straight and the narrow I be crooked than a bitch Slide through the door sideways with a mask and some clips With a dope
stack something I was tired of walking around, ready to plack something Big heads, screwdrivers, spark plugs to break the glass Hold my bases of selling dope
I do my song Or when a nigga be smoking the marijuana, and the dope all gone A nigga right back, all alone I had to regulate, or be surrounded by fakes
