i'm sick of feeling like i lost this fight i'm sick of graying out the wrongs and rights i'm pulling out of here to clear my sights tonight so hear
Traduction: Les proches. Jane.
cheddar riding much wetter, we finally made it Breaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate it I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk And Peter's pimping Jane,
see, uh . . . is there anybody in the, in the back? Well . . . oh-oh, hey! What's your name? Rick: Rick. FZ: Rick, and? Jane: Jane. FZ: Jane . . . RICK and JANE
fix sitting on my crucifix The living room or my private womb While the moms and brads are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
flames, And martyrs don't light up so loved ones will love them." Robert stepped back and he buttoned his shirt. The mirror revealed every stain he was hiding. Jane
We The People Are United, The ones you never look in the eye, We The People, The Uninvited, The ones that see right through your lies, I'm living in
funny My homeboy Devil from the HCG and Young Side Trey R.I.P from the ETG (Eight-Trey) and oh yeah Baby Ken Dawg from the Westside Four-O's got love
uh huh) but we live for war when you start the wire taps down in baltimore (but im still slangin brigs where i live) some time she love me some time she love
Damn, sometimes we lose some good ones man, y'know? They don't really understand this playerism Just gotta break it down to 'em, keep it real y'know?
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
[Intro: Krizz Kaliko] Hahahaha Aye its Big Krizz Kaliko Aye Tech man i think its time to hit em With another one of those other ones baby Big Tech slow
right If the money's slow That's right You know the rest yo Buck, buck, buck For my thug niggas Yeah Bust a slug niggas Yeah, yeah Fuck that get money Bitch Show love
fix sitting on my crucifix The living room on my private womb While the moms and brats are away To fall in love, we fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes And Mary Jane
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my back Fruck writin' rhymes This is real shit not a track Camouflage in the dark for the ones who
(You know I got that shot in the Chevy, what it is?) We ain?t start the wire taps down in Baltimore (But I'm still slangin? bricks where I live) Sometimes she love me, sometimes she love
