But it's sweet that you tried that you're on my side If you were my head You'd know where it hurts, you'd clean up the dirt If you were my head I would
Traduction: K Le Choix. My Head.
that,you're so superficial! Of course it's for shizzle,now my choice is to pass on you Voice! 'Cause my mission is the world To know my name!,my aim!,
thank you, yeah thank you Uh?F**K IT (laughs) I?ve been moping around I can?t get outta my bed I?m so damn tired I can?t get outta my head The only
a money making machine dollars no pennies Nigga please, it's me and my niggas my fucking g's R.I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's S.U.C. to the
check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag Check my swag, check check my swag [x4] [Verse 2:] Wanna be my boo, plus they caked up Just stay
s real!} It's real! {It's real!} It's real! It's realer than real, realer than real Heal! Heal, y'all! We comin' healin'! {It's real!} It's real! {It
New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right
out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk'll find
m New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right
hard, runnin' your mouth Get erased, my nigga (my nigga) Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga) No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my
Jeff again, "Oh my" you say 1985 to the Y2K The new millenium, propehicies, I'm fulfillin' 'em Everywhere I go, people be yelling "yo, that's Will and
prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker [Wyclef Jean] At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. Sold my first A-K
leave you wishin' for more Because my raps ain't bull,got cold stupid pull You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till your mind's over full But most MC's