Looking through The window of destiny Casement open to the skies No more lies Rosemary nods upon the grave Could've been saved From the garden of the
Traduction: Trouble. RIP.
Looking through the window of destiny Casement open to the skies - no more lies Rosemary nods upon the grave Could've been saved From the garden of the
R.I.P. to F-A-T P-A-T Southside for sho (look at me) I'ma navigate this big ride body lac (look at me) I'm ghetto fabulous, I got hooks, beats and sacks
my old friends are now sayin that's a spiritual My mother wants my material Girlfriends sayin that I'm lyrical, fightin over rights Sellin R.I.P. t-shirts
tommy gun, now I blast off with a check Might as well, I done earned the respect [Chorus] [Pos:] Here to jumpstart the art again, the sparkplug W-O-N I trouble
enough, huh I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, HA HA I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff
Juice, Ooh what it do to you! Well I feel so good, I feel so fine I got plenty lovin', I got plenty wine White Port & Lemon Juice, White Port & Lemon Juice, I
gay like mase I dont hate the fagget Lets get dashed and crunk I was lifted by a precher So my mom pushed weight Now I hooked up wit game Real nigga with
When I was 30 years old I had 30 million, I had 30 million, wow, I had 30 million [x4] ... my initials are indeed that R&B... excuse so when I told them
less money than a damn school teacher Ignorant redneck Squeal, squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealing with the p-i-g-c-o-w-a-r-d Cro-Magnum, meter
money than a damn school teacher Ignorant redneck Squeal, squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealing with the p.i.g.c.o.w.a.r.d Cro-Magnum, meter maid
my enemy enemies, enemy, when will I see? enemies, enemy R.I.P. [Verse Two:] Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya? J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda
ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse Gone!!! (You seek out problems) (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
kill her, I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas, And fuck ya, hot spitta, young money, we the realest, And I aint gotta lie when I tell
, yo [Verse One: Jadakiss] Yo ain't nothin but trouble God When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R Don't make me let the machine