's not a prisoner alone doing time To love and to cherish for all of her life To have and to hold, to lock up inside She's not a prisoner, she's not a
Traduction: Squeeze. Le Prisonnier.
sorry when I'm gone, and I'll be gone so very soon, If the pressure on my diaphragm keeps resisting, If the feds keep my brothers stompin up and down prisons
drilling me nigga But I' sick of this pistol play bumping ain't no more killng me nigga Cause I'm a soldier, trying to keep his mind at ease And if I squeeze
Tricky: In my mother's belly and I'm startking to kick Nine months in the womb and I'm making her sick Squeeze through the womb and I land in the room
be ballin again Til I make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz Similar to, bi**hes that scary, get too near me we rushin Visions of over-packed prisons
m havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin' Comin' up, I was taught never back down That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze
by surprise When you don't expect it That's when she appear Whisper your fancy - licking your ear Put her arms around you - give a little squeeze One
But brothers would it kill us to change? And chain 'em up in prison when it filled 'em with hate, cause ain't a difference It's pound for pound the literal
think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze We all deal with shit on our own And sometimes
bawl inna prison Wen a mi picture deh pon every wall inna prison Den..man fling him trew glass inna prison Anuh prison ah jail..yuh coodnt last inna prison
constant attack For no reason Till the next season And we still bleeding Yo it's freezing And men burn in hell, some for squeezing No hope for a remedy
constant attack For no reason Till the next season And we still bleeding Yo it's freezing And men burn in hell, some for squeezing No hope for
M-16 Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean And the spring that's connected to the firin pin That's connected to the trigger when I squeeze it
Nigga I come for your head... And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street [50 Cent:] I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out