a scar across my Your knife, my back Your knife, my back Your knife, my back Your knife, my back You left me with a scar across my back
Your words are shallow and dull against my skin. Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within. I don't appreciate the words you say behind my back, but
Traduction: Kids In The Way. Votre couteau, mon dos.
(talking) Brass knuckle knife, Mafia me and my family Jail, hell or paradise, am I my brother's keeper Forever twice, what's none of the dark will Come
FOREVER KING"! } [50 Cent:] I like my bitches fast, jus' like the Porsches Switch gears, ride at like 500 horses. Your now rockin' with the boss of the bosses My
see-saw battlin But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
I put wives at risk with a knife like this (AHHH!!) Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now I'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape
yourself again And then complain That you didn't like the way I put the knife in wrong You didn't like the the way My blood spilled on your Brand New
paintily Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal Cause me and rap go way back
your friend takes pills he thinks it cures sadness, I'm not here to attack or make you kids panic, but i just think it's tragic the way these kids have
addict, your friend takes pills he thinks it cures sadness, I'm not here to attack or make you kids panic, but i just think it's tragic the way these kids
West is one of the brightest. And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest. And Dr. Jeezy can fix your back up the nicest. Authritist in my hand
ya Give it right back and it goes Take that Take that Cutting off your fun You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun We can dance but your chances
so long, but so long as mommy's a maid Cookin' and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin' Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have
your life ain't right See niggaz smile up in your face and stick a knife in your back Snakes shake your hand and got his dick up in your wife back Why
hard your arse will hit the floor in Cairo. I know How to take your life and make you die, yo, so watch your fucking step and where you place your fucking
Me rugged is my stylee no way not dire Busta now me comin' straight grimy Ragamuffin sound boy, betta watchya back now Comin' not gonna back down Wacky
