pulpit You can't kill me [Verse 2:] High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass? Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half You speakin' hogwash
bullshit Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit You can't kill me You can't kill me You can't kill me You can't kill me
Traduction: Dans. Vous ne pouvez pas me tuer.
the pulpit You can't kill me [Verse 2:] High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass? Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half You speakin' hogwash
my head phones (Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame) More Haha, coming to a ghetto near you, [Verse One] I wasn't mad until these tricks me
t pretend I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end [Verse 1- 50 Cent] That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg Have you runnin' for ya life
ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends The games you playin, you get killed like that Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that See me when you
I rock like my ma's mean, name is cocaine Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you 'cane Think you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock? Think again, you find you
me dying And you could probably hear her crying She killing me from the inside out Took everything in the crib that was inside out She priceless, and I can't afford it You
and walk with a bop KILLA! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So don't touch me nigga! (You might burn yourself!) Don't touch me nigga! (You might burn yourself!)
and walk with a bop KILLA! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!) DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)
with my New York stitch My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch Yeah! I'm on my New York shit You niggaz know we deserve the props we get Ridin
And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our FLIPMODE MOVEMENT - bounce in your truck to us Y'ALL GET STUPID - don't try to fuck with us Because
You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh no I won't back
