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Traduction: Bijou. Visage de l'amour.
the fruit which fed the soul but now i see what may put to rest my longing for i have seen, the face of love the grace of god, the face of love in
t no thing cause see my nigga J.O Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' Now I done been so many places and seen so many faces But none
she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool If not you gotta walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels If you keep
yeah) A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain) That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight Off the love I can't [
love it, if not, then I guess they haters This kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators They ain't got one problem with this Square face watch look
Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin' My nigga I pack stern Police in herr, we ain't carrin' Pussie don't pump in blood Real niggas always show me love
face in a cloud Family grievin' on your last breath Close to the heart whether you know it or not I swear the love won't stop Jewel, that's my boo Mom
sippin on Now what's you name nigga? {Tupac} Big ballin ass nigga named Pac [Verse 1: Tupac] Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was
and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love woman Cause every
my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch. Run up, face
1} "Come and get some!" {*2} [2Pac] Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger {*1} {*2} Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch {*1} {*2} Niggaz love
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels
it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die California love, california thug You know what time it is Bad Boy Killa Mobb Deep Killa Chino XL Killa Much love
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman) [50 Cent - Verse 1] 50, lefty, no gun in my right palm Bronx niggaz love me, like they
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide
