are you in this 'cause I can feel you pulling away Not to mention all the things you'd never say So really are you in this 'cause I can feel you pulling
Traduction: Stroke 9. Êtes-vous en cela?.
Really are you in thise 'cause I can feel you pulling away Not to mention all the things you'd never say So really are you in this 'cause I can feel you
hands up If your heads bobbing to the track Throw you hands up If you got loot in you pockets Throw your hands up And if your not foul Let me see your hands up And you are protected and you
(feat. Irv Da Phenom, Krizz Kaliko) You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish [Tech] Unga bunga bunga, ingda
room we started to cry I was just so happy that you was alive And you told you how much that you hate the hospital And that they thieves are trying to
the room we started to cry I was just so happy that you was alive And you told you how much that you hate the hospital And that they thieves are trying
, so you assume position Wishin he would listen, so you start to kissin It's alive, and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline You aimed, you fired, THERE YOU
sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame (ooh yeah) Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you dick brain I'm just itching to
you assume position Wishin' he would listen, so you start to kissin' It's alive and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline You aimed, you fired, there you
's stepped in I stomp em down to the lowest You the slowest rapper that I met, but you owe us all a favor Not to, jet (nah you ain't goin nowhere) Not until you show us you
know you suck dudes for free I can smell slit, when I'm in lust to a degree If the shell fits, I'm the dust, you is dibre, trick If you one hunder-ed
s a thin line between a dollar and a hand which just connected With that hand belonged to you then you'd be the one that's most suspected So to deal with this
would you, could you Would you love me 2 the 9's? (I'll love you 2 the 9's) Would you, could you Will you love me for all time? (I'll love you for
a ditch Daily dug for himself on his grave I had to piss Scud missile never miss you Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip through You metal deeper, you
liquor (all that we need) This 9mm (will make you bleed) I advise you niggaz (don't fuck wit me) [project pat] Real playaz like to smoke a Stroke a
wack"} I'm the perfect one to show ya, all that slick talkin could be over All it's gon' take's a U-turn from the chauffeur You test me, you just see
Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss X-1 wild out, and make you watch this 'Til your
