Do not think it hurts me bad It doesn't hurt me none It does not mean anything I'm fondling this gun And I don't hurt that bad And I don't miss you I
Traduction: Bijou. Breaking Up.
up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up
during sleet, snow, rain Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up
s best to do what you can I'm up to 600 bricks, started with 200 grams Hand to hand in the cold Pockets on hella swole I was breaking 'em down, now I'
the club, you was full of that liquor I told you not to fuck, with them Screwed Up niggaz And this is a stick up, give them damn jewels up [Hook:] It
my dang-a-lang Stop that, cop that, I'm a baller baby Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on
] Searching for Black Jesus Oh yeah, sportin jewels and s**t, yaknahmean? (Black Jesus; you can be Christian Baptist, Jehovah Witness) Straight tatted up
Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked
over the years as an outlaw. Eh, Noble. What's up nigga. Would you die for me, nigga? Hell yeah. Would you kill for me? On my grandmother, nigga. Ah yo. What's up
I call a kingpin Send my brotha what he needs is some weed up ta season Tell him just be ready set, pack ya shit up quick And when I hit, be prepared
a beginner Niggaz knows, what, you up on 'em sinners, no (Hell no) (You should be here) Walkin' the track, Grain Hill, sleeves, snow Anythinh to speed up
shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh) Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots We can
tracks suffer no setbacks and stress cats To the max slapping up (?) tax you get back Shane you've been born I'm ripping stakes up in any way shape or
need to do is catch up with us [Chorus x2: Eightball] Bounce, Bounce Man get up on you feet and help me get it Crunk, Crunk Everybody up in here let
really know the price, Just know it costs money, And when it comes to money, They know it ain't nothin, Throw a 100 on jewels, Make it back up on a monday
Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off Them niggaz runnin' up the terminal
