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Traduction: Bijou. Mots Get In The Way.
I'll try to find the words to say That i want you always to stay To wake up with you every single day But words get in the way Words get in the way Tell
up! Your wallets and jewels will pick up, pick up! Unload the cash, move your ass, Will get their money, tell them Shy Ronnie! Please, please use your words
ya campaign I like you but, I really like your damn chain! Diamonds In My Damn Chain! Diamonds In My Damn Chain! It kinda explains the way she be actin
s**t like the Qu'ran and the Bible was written What is religion? Gods words all cursed like crack Shai-tan's way of gettin us back Or just another one
on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation Crooked thoughts cops get
like that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people *static* I had sex with your wife and not in those words
other rapper got stripped for his jewels You know how easy it is to get shit confused I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise Somewhere way
Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names (gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out the frame Its like the rich get richer and the
on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the nigga I said get
get back Shane you've been born I'm ripping stakes up in any way shape or form Check the brainstorm, when these fake kids get torn a new ass Bullet-proof
I spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital They gonna get shot
Terror Squad Come on [Big Pun] Hear the truth shorty With my fruit punch and my forty Sweeter than candy, Brandy's the only one for me You get it up
Joe, Terror Squad Come on [Big Pun] Hear the truth shorty With my fruit punch and my forty Sweeter than candy, Brandy's the only one for me You get it
blowin blowin up (get down!) Uh-huh; and e'rybody throwin up (get down!) 'Til they got the fire marshall showin up (get down!) Or until the club start closin up (get
{Rampage} Yeah (Uh) The Rulership (Word) Anarchy niggas (Yeah yeah) Spliff Starr (Spliff Starr) Bus-a-bus (Bus-a-bus) Roc Marci (Roc Marci) Rah Digga (