Oversættelse: NLT. Engel.
the shadows I don't patronise you I dont' try to put you down I don't criticise you I ain't the one , I ain't the one to judge Hard hitting journalist
I won't take all these lies Won't you ever realise The truth I'm after is very clear Will you leave me after all these years I won't be afraid no more
it gotta be more, ya'll left your paws (I miss you) Footprints on the game, hood ain't been the same Feelin' ain't been in music, hooks ain't been the
I live this life, Im reppin' prayin to God that we all get let it/ I'm a count my blessings and pray that these haters ain't disrespecting/ Ain't ever
're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. You get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know these ain't no hoes
me count it down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh that n-ggas know you can't really f-ck with that Pusha T, the Clipse just
's too much silence in her night She calls herself an angel And she comes to town and that's (L O N D O N) Yeah, just so she can fall (L O N D O N) There
how you like us now? Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah (Hurricane
it right here Can't clown me Don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me (K.C.) [J.L.] Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop it up with
I got the whole N-Y-C saggin' If you don't know (Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggaz, Westside) Where I'm from (Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks) If you don't
to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey) Tim is missing you Missy's missing you Rashad is missing you your mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no)
the blunt, go head look at me Ironic I can pull a L but cant push a T Mind faded, I'm jaded, my eyes tearin Feenin of high places while angels provide
Some man wan ask "Who am I?" I simply reply, "The U.N.I., V.E.R.S.A.L. Magnetic" Work to respect the angelic, climb the mountaintop and tell it til the
your clicks, squeeze your clip and hit the right one pass dat weed l gotta light one all all them hoes l gotta like one them niggas l gotta fight one
the big homie never told me That my next blow could be my fuckin' death blow Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know I ain't got no
is comin soon The angel's feedin me cereal with a silver spoon My heir line is Craig Smith Airlines A ride from Kansas City to L.A. is as long as a fan
miss me, buy vodka, get pissy Roll with tech n9ne, bear arms and get grizzly (prrrrraaa) Ever ready, a killer that flows angelic Story telling and battle rapping who can't