why we believe What we believe We're sorry Jane can't come to play She's sad and won't come out today And we don't know why we believe What we believe
Traduction: Love Spit Love. Croyez.
love her up Actin' like it's hard G-14 classified Man, all that bullshit should cover up Holy Nickelodeon... You wouldn't believe that this bitch used
tour bus I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup And in the tires little package is gone Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones I spit like
call me and ... The Roq to a ..., they all believe me tho And even with that, I be the rap Don Cheadle Its hotel Rwanda, boast got cause I got-ta Spit
Peedi Crakk] Come and get it, I don't know what the fuck to do with it I wrote it down, took it to the studio and spit it I tried to knock it in the game
watching me like the FEDs They'd rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread Some of my closest niggaz, wanna see me lose it all But the love
of leaves and the chronic trees, South Texas ki's and let you weed They jacking leaves for cake and cheese, I make the G's and you may believe Shouldn
to the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
I still got love for ya'll And this goes out To my third strike parollers, dry philler rollers, sitting on dubs Drunk in the club, yeah yeah yeah I still got love for you, love
She's a rainbow and she loves the peaceful life Knows I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight There's a part of me in chaos that's quiet And there
She's a rainbow and she loves the peaceful life Knows I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight There's a part of me in chaos that's quiet And there'
Don't believe what you hear Don't believe what you see If you just close your eyes You can feel the enemy When I first met you girl You had fire in your
, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 2] Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride I'm the type
slim him up Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit
where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking
For every single die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe
