'm not the one that you are looking for I can't fulfil the things you're longing for Ain't the one that you see So unreal in me Ain't the one to believe
Traduction: Mob Rules. N'est-ce pas The One.
shit, I ain't fin to be hiding out, lately Street life's got a nigga lost, will I wind up in a coffin I don't know, I'm about to blow, I don't wanna
: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)] (And my ni**az roll and ride, hahaha ni**az gettin swoll out And it don't stop and it don't quit That real s**t
Uhh.. world wide mob figgaz (for real) World wide mob figgaz (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) we world wide mob figgaz (for real) World wide mob figgaz (check game you
Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh) You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas
play with them guns, no you hear me Fig' ain't shot nuttin up but kill spirits Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the losses One-on-one fightin for stripes
your world, no rules to my drama We'll include yo mama, if you fuck with my commas I ain't tryin' to scare you I ain't tryin' to hear you I ain't tryin
(feat. Ja Rule) [Intro] [Talking] Nobody cares (Trouble?s like a cancer, you gotta get it early if you don?t get it early it kills you) Nobody cares (
shit And it ain't because I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my
(2X) (Bubba Sparxxx) My own world too white thangs can't complain Bubba on them white guts custom made ain't a stain 0-2 Z-7-1 on them Mickey T's standing
love this heaven's ready for me midnight love back door little druggie's callin for you [Snoop] I'm makin things cappin fast ain't no need to wait around
you slight me ain't no stopping the nina the almighty Don't you see the snake and bat shining brightly Keep it one hunit if your rappers don't really
ll get bodied and buried By the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary Give me a mob Let me champ one Steadily handsome Black and like temper tantrums Spitting like automatic handguns Can't
that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin askin me for a pound You ain't invited means you simply ain't
grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase I wanna fuck a fine hoe and candy paint the 88 Don't got no wholesale, 'cause that ain't how I wanna run it Here
