is sent from Heaven above I'm truly, baby, I'm truly in love with you, with you And I wanna get it on, all night long c'mon I want to be with you all
Traduction: Son By Four. Avec Vous.
is sent from heaven above I'm truly baby I'm truly in love with you with you and I wanna get it on all night long c'mon. I want to be with you all the
1] Have you ever had the feeling that you was being had Don?t that sh-t make you mad They treat you like a slave, with chains all on your soul, And put
bomb box, set up by your mom's block Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock We gonna go this liar harm
wife Kick back have a laugh while you complainin' 'bout your life "Grrr" you hate Mac and you say you gonna fight? It's all good bro, you entertainment for tonight Like I'm a be mad? You
I?ll Put You Down You?ll Never Get Up You?ll Be Deep Underground You?re Like A Dog In A Manger You?re Sickly With Sin You?re Messing With Danger That
When I'm rolling, through these mo'fucking city streets Corner to corner, block to block Witnessing nothing but bullshit, first hand Niggaz killing niggaz, know I'm saying Everybody killing niggaz, you
this for you my nigga Yeah this for you [Z-Ro] Everybody know me I'm the number one head buster With a 4 pound glock ready to make the lead touch you
death, before I flatten your line You done it this time, and ain't no way you getting away I put this on me and my son, it won't be safe where you stay
for dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you
the drought come When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome! Lay low stay low you may see Jesus! You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason. You
don't take much for you to get in them draws You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours You got to tell me, you feelin this shit Because I hear
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver (You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver) [Chorus] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with
(feat. G-Unit) Son you smell that? What's that? I smell pussy. Is that you Irv? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell
by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see playas in this game
