All that I say, how many times? Baby, how can I make you realize? How many times I've got to say it? How many times the DJ gotta play it? How many letters
Traduction: Lil 'Mo. Combien de fois.
you can see How many times? I've got to say it How many times? The DJ gotta play it How many letters would it take? To make you understand How many times
(feat. Lil' Flip & Big Shasta) [talking:] Yeah uh, Lil' Flip in the building nigga We talking bout lovely days, getting paid Puffing on that haze, g'
niggaz would laugh Telling me I would never make it, cause I rap too fast I was desperately trying to find out, how to go from scraps to cash Remember, how
see was diamonds. im cold like a deep freezer with bags of ice in it. my 357 pretty but aint nothin nice in it. to many bitches and not enough rubba. got so many
[Chorus: Z-Ro singing] Help me please I'm blinded by my tears and I just cain't see So many devils tryin to recycle my soul Cause in the ghetto where
cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it My 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers Got so many, all
who you are I flip with my kin folk, Jay'Ton Got my motherfucking, AK on Your motherfucking fo'head Like Darrel Burton, I'll be leaving many mo' dead
The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels But we both in the Screwed Up Click, let's go [Lil' Flip] Look
a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here My last four flashed then I mashed his ass, bastard Fuck with me bet I blast your ass So many follow
with the problems of poverty and the tricks to these tales How many people'll die how many'll live to tell Although best friends before Lil' Trigga and Mo
Til the sun comes up, every night (c'mon) We party and we party 'til daylight We be gettin it in, c'mon we gettin it in A lil' Hennessy, a lil' juice
rage ya lil hommie i paid ya..killa lil wayne [chorus] x2 birdman verse 2 sittin at the funeral, lookin at my sister, thanking about the times and
WHAT BeCause I'm shinning Blinging Mad because I'm rhyming Singing Got too much money Got too many guns Yo pitiful life ain't got no meaning And I know you Scheming LIL
Runnin' and we thuggin' it up Look at a creepin' on ah come up Ooooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill
indeed will beam in between the scenes destroy your dreams You willin to die, we'll see how many flees when I cause the scene We mean mug, Mo Thugs Trained
family Exactly how many days we got lasting? While you laughin' we're passin' passin' away Little Eazy's long gone, really wish he would come home But when it's time
