my tape in the recorder I sit back spark and listen' start my reminiscin' Realize that there's mad fam' missin' I'm holdin' back the tears, no doubt we lost
Traduction: Lost Boyz. Jeux.
my tape in the recorder I sit back spark & listen' start my reminiscin' realize that there's mad Fam' missin' I'm holdin' back the tears no doubt we lost
What It Cost Me I'm Big Boss Gloss On The Cross Porshe Navigation Never Lost On The Cost Xtra Horse In The Sports Addition Man Dealin Floor Condittion Man Boyz
s why we twisted with terrorism Ain't no repentin' Steady takin' but never givin' So cold that I'm shiverin' Frozen hoping that I keep on living I'm lost
-po coming but I'm scared to toss it Y'all know what happened last time I lost it Can't tell you niggaz what the fuckin boss did The game got a nigga
gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up Sweet n*ggaz running 'round swearing sh*t is sweeter Once you're tagged lame the game
Haha yea uh aye... New Boyz I'm turnt up [x7] And I don't give a [Verse 1:] I'm turnt up but you ain't know It's a young fly nigga from tha 310 I rap
all of y'all I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no sistas Sum cuzinz uncles Nephews an' neices An' nun to say Da leastest hectic Wit 2 boyz of my own
never thought tomorrow You see me beam up all strapped down wit a pump Searchin' for the niggas on a hunt Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump It's not a game
my guys QDIII said It ain't all good When you sign with a record label Who ain't Had a hot soundtrack Ever since Boyz N Da Hood [Bridge] I'm going bad
em out) Aye! <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> [Berse 1] TIP comin live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life
do, we is the Lost Boyz crew We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars We in the game, the bitches
planet get schizophrenic n panic maybe the past would understand if they'd get off their ass and mash. How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz
Haha yea uh aye...New Boyz I'm turnt up [x7] And I don't give a [Verse 1:] I'm turnt up but you ain't know It's a young fly nigga from tha 310 I rap
Got a pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood Lost your money shootin' craps? Welcome to da hood Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to da hood Uncle Charles said the game
we trust When there's beef best believe we bust We can take it how you want it cuz we thuggin over here Pure, uncut, raw butter over here (Yukon) Yo you see the game
