is real to me, don't lean on me I'm not your cain Don't wish me away, I'm not your pain Don't bury me, I'm not dead yet Don't pray for me, Don't Now
Traduction: LA Guns. Ne priez pas.
n***as is lazy, Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby, And my n***a Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro-black, I don't take cotton
But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Hear that Mike? And don't be alarmed, this is not a
(feat. Beanie Siegel & Memphis Bleek) [Memphis] Yeah, check it Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck And I also tote guns in case my dram pop
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North Don't make me get my
was a guest on Jerry Springer wit desert eagle, tech meezle a [???] a nigga, a drop a ??? I die a lil nigga leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer slit ya throat
props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit K K K pray each day
oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't
I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch If the good die
cleanse yo' mind I pray it opens up your eyes 'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all So we live for the present time Next time you in the A-T-L get
eviction notice, Arrive like the infant joseph, with a grudge to ceasar, Like the blood of jesus, I told the judge they don't love us, We don't love
a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes
dead, don't ask me shit I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch They say the good die young
