Why do I do the things I do Sometimes I feel like I am so insecure If I could learn a thing or two from you Then popular opinion I could ignore You are
Traduction: Jump 5. Pourquoi dois-je faire.
Why do I do the things I do Sometimes I feel like I am so insecure If I could learn a thing or two from you Then popular opinion I could ignore You
safe, I spit at your face Double clip in your mug, then have SP hit it wit mase (And we just caught burners and do me I'll say this) Your little niggas
the click that run with you, sleeping on the streets I do the best I can, I bust my ass If the next man can't do the same, I wash my hands I'm struggling
and the helicopters Them crackers is crazy Why? Cause they'll never stop us I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger bust some body in the movie Now I want to do
nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun My homie dropped so, I hit the cop I kept swingin, yo, I couldn't stop Before I knew it, I was beatin
Homie chill listen, I swear, I'm God; I give tracks a holy feel (Holyfield) And they bite ears I'm right here, why wouldn't I be, just waiting to be hooked
, operate, now you lay me down to sleep I do this shit in my sleep, I'm sleepin' now, as if I was awake I'm teared bitch, I'll never taste the canvas
I'm paid, B-tch I'm paid B-tch B-tcha I'm paid, B-tch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say, B-tch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say, B-tch I'm paid B-tch B
And running, running And- In this context there's no disrespect So when I bust my rhyme you break your necks We got 5 minutes for us to disconnect From
in my Benz I go against the grain see, we ain't go change I take an eye for a eye Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin cry. Rock a bye bye, nigga
no losses man Way down, way down [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] I'm taking a swig of the burb word Downin' my fifth and I swerve Drunk as I bend on the curb
me Jump in my 5 double 0 B-E-N-Z XL and I hit the freeway [Chorus] [Bizzy] Might wanna be in church nine o'clock sunday Never know I might bust on you
the cradle to the grave You gotta hustle to get paid I'm so thuggish in my ways I usually go hard for days I ain't gon' slow down I speed up And mash
I spit too soon? Should I of spoon fed 'em it? but I was just so eager to prove I was even worth being in the same league or the room with of the people of whom I
9th beer Homie chill listen, I swear, I'm God; I give tracks a holy feel (Holyfield) And they bite ears I'm right here, why wouldn't I be, just waiting
