say I'll be with you, all the way I'll never leave you, I will not turn away I'll be with you, all the way I'll never leave you, you know my love will
Traduction: Rob Rock. Je serai avec vous.
see my unique vision, If metro housing keep threatning my poor mother with eviction, You'll be sorry, (you'll be sorry), You'll be sorry if I stay so poor I
He ain't no Word for scrabble You don't get points for doubles Menage Trois Lalalalala I'll bill you for your droudles You done lost your marble Like a ball I'll make you
I Ain't Lyin' Look I'm So Fly I Should Be Flyin' Maybe That's The Reason Why Ya Girl Keep Eyein' I'm Eyein' Her Back Louie Purse, With The Hat I'm Not
straight addicted Paranoid, my dog might be a detective, so I don't wanna kick it Even though I don't rob banks or sell street rocks I still be callin
nigga I heard you was yappin ya jaws so you know we ain't fuckin with y'all so how you wanna do it cause I'm ready for war I'm like Steven Segal I'm above
I and I and a friend, me brother. I tell ya,it'll sure fit all our sell ya anything ya want. I and I know. I live with it. I live with it, ya see? Reality
in my ride, I'll stop [Chorus - 2X] We..are..dangerous He'll mangle us Who playing with us? And saying this stuff? And fuck with gangs and stuff? I aim to bust You
at arms, reached, cocked and ready 'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
] Rock, your body body, rock your body body Rock, your body body, rock your body Rock your body body, rock your body, rock your body Rock, your body body, rock your body body Rock
what you brave niggaz get for fuckin with this You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed Just switched to fake Napolean be the motherfuckin last nigga with
I lose my breath That's how it goes in the land of broke I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why? I say
and it's something I don't wanna do, somethin that I never did I try to get him, I think I hit em, I lit him He's out! A poison, a deadly venom (Yeah
(Do you know what time it is? Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you!) "Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you" So here I go, I better make my mind up
Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine You
beat cases before a trial Grand jury style I'm foul You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the first to blast the