, when you're gone I miss you so much I do the only thing I can do I pray for you, I pray for you Oh, I pray for you Oh, I light a candle, watch it burn
Traduction: Rich, John. Je prie pour vous.
the bitches, and Peedi bring the Backwoods And I'ma get some action, who said I won't do it? I'ma take you out the game, you Mutombo to it Muthafucka!!! [
I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money
now and say this with me: ?Father I thank you, for forgiving me, for everything I ever done, for Jesus walking with me, for dying for me, raising for
are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n-ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I
jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
I D-I-E for my L-I-F and E no matter where I look thats all I see and I know... [(Chorus) x2] Many niggaz cling to me I think its because they see me
day Right now I could rewrite history I stopped writin so fuck it, I'll do it mentally [Rick Ross & John Legend Chorus (x2)] I go to the grave before I
niggas wear Maybelline throwin up peace cuz you know that I got you [??? ??? ??? ???] but I cop too Killa! Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog! 57 venomous! When I bust
, and Peedi bring the Backwoods And I'm a get some action, who said I won't do it? I'm a take you out the game, you +Mutombo+ to it Muthafucka! [Chorus
too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for
I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch, I got
I come, I comin' with my gun I'm shootin' in the head police now what I tell you life is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, can't
til the day I D-I-E For my L-I-F and E No matter where I look that's all I see And I know These days, you gotta be strapped I'm already knowin' ain't
fluncking high school I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned Said I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed You