down It tends to get so damn confusing for a fool And every word they preach is only opinion That's why our love divides itself into a thousand pieces Like bullets
Traduction: No Use For A Name. Puces.
got my city on lock And it's like Christmas when I drop Erybody get a present Flow hotter than a desert I'm flyer than a phesant I'm higher then a parot
leave a nigga for dead So I hustle to breathe freely, and see another day For the sake of my unborn babies, I keep a K Trying to make sure the McVey name
with me boy clear you can see me with a rap But I'm about gangsta shit so bow before you see me with a strap Cause I've been silent for so long, it's
A.K.A. LL, rest in peace I see you up there balling, man hold up Real G's, do you wanna be a G To G or not to G for real Fuck you fakers
was buried alive but he really should of died dig him up his coffin too tight A nigga was showing a busta love, but now it's hunting for a busta season
4 on the side of me for company Wishing a nigga and his click, would think about jumping me Six enexchangable clips, seventeen bullets in each That's a hundred and twelve reasons, a
prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet
the four Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 'em for
would blow up And sell a mil or grow up to be a tiller Go nuts and be a killer [Dr. Dre] And I'm somethin of a phenom One puff of the chron I'm unstoppable
got a ticket to nowhere She's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name She's in the pocket of a home boy Oo she's gonna take her a
scar Those who blame the G for all bizarre So open up your vents and record well For this is where we stand, for the True tell Ghetto gained a ghetto name
