night I cry for you Cry for you baby Die everytime That I hear your name Don't know what to do A man shouldn't cry Like I cry for you Ever since you
Traduction: Magnum. Cry For You.
if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies [Chorus: Bob Marley] Woman hold her head and cry Cause
my money right (my money right) I'm on the pedal, show ya what I'm runnin like When they snatch black, I cry for a hundread nights He got a hundread
still blind because you lack the inner, every sinner will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry
you was thinking about Cause evidently you aint knowing Can't nobody fuck with Raided With this slow shit So I'm going to have to labotimize you with the whole clip To let you
for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies Woman hold her head and cry 'Cause her son has been shot down in the street and died Woman hold her head and cry
of crime But niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin Punk pretend to be your friend 'til they get close enough to your ends To do you
357 Magnum wit no kickback Put 'em all in your six pack for a big stack and I never keep the money Where I keep the clips at violatin' get you one in
money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black, I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred
roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black, I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies
by these evil men Got to stay hi', Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just like hulk So what, I thought you would've never done Nigga you did it and
] In a dream you take a trip Down shattuck to durant Up the hill, to the steps, sproul plaza and telegraph You pass channing you pass derby You go to
had to kill his wife Don't kill for love God is watching from above The devil's gonna send you straight to hell Don't kill for love God is watching
Magnum wit no kickback Put 'em all in your six pack for a big stack And I never keep the money where I keep the clips at Violatin' get you one in your
most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back, My money right Im on the pedal, show you what Im runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for
listenin' to this shit I know you know my mortal enemy Fuck who you are listenin' to this shit [verse 3] You try, you try I blow up, I got flow, you cry
blind because you lack the inner, every sinner will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry
