wrong try to sing me your ego song you're one of them my war you're one of them you say that you're my friend but you're one of them my war this is my war
wrong Try to sing me your ego song You're one of them My war You're one of them You say that you're my friend But you're one of them My war This is my war
Traduction: My Ruin. Ma guerre.
glock like I'm a soldier Ready for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trash Throwing they ass up out my face, if they think of blocking my
to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace in that war on the streets My ghetto gospel [Chorus
as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer
know What it feels to have a exit hole Them guns will make a nigga dumb turn him into a vegetable I ruined mines Doin' lines My little niggas usin' nines
an emigree, I write to germany In foreign words, A tongue of actuality Hands in grey gloves To germany with love A war between the wars A war between
I am an emigre, I write to Germany In foreign words A tongue of actuality Coated in gray gloves... To Germany with love A war between the wars A war between
of a private prison You never trust a millionaire quoting the sermon on the mount I used to think I was not like them but I'm beginning to have my doubts My
power down And drove us underground But we went right on with the show I've seen the lights go out on Broadway I saw the ruins at my feet You know we
' to ruin me 'Quicker the copper The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya We shot ya We shot ya Hey, my niggas boxed ya [Flesh] My nigga, we all
{Busta Rhymes} Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream This mothafucker tried to greet
still alive you would never get by All you do is cry bitch keep it real life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills And what kind of mothafucker ruins
Pac was still alive you would never get by All you do is cry, bitch keep it real Life is more than imitating niggaz and eatin' pills And kind of muthafucka ruins
brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin greener Raisin my fingers to critics raisin my
