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Traduction: The Enemy. Cette chanson.
in the underground is where it's kept An army of clones who just copy others They start to explain but then they stutter Damn, the same old song, but
get involved with the law sir But a nikka will get caught with a moss burg And that jus fell on the track and song Don't get it wrong this track is my
bad times I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid out, Til my niggaz lay down Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni
I just wanna get my cool on in this Jazzy... slam Judah just count me in [Verse 1:] All I need is the notepad A bottle of remy I can jot down the prozac
love living your life, leave me alone Fuck rap, I live the life I sing about in my song [Hook:] Fuck rap, I live the life I sing about in my song Nobody
B.G. Duke & Point Blank) [Duke:] I heard it through the grapevine, you say fuck Duke If you that strong about it, then come see Duke Find out what this
here Some people, say we a fashion show Don't let the Screw tapes fool you, cause we be blasting hoe This is what it sounds like, when we ride on our enemies
multiple slugs This for the world, I hate all bitches, and all niggas As if everybody wanna see, the king of the ghetto fall nigga Murder murder on my enemies
from my enemies I done had partners that done helped me when my life was on the line Talking about hitting me right back I'm trying to knock this bitch
young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just trying to get this Just trying to get this
talking] Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit We ain't having none of this
adolescence, callin to Jesus Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies