ever follow through Beaten and bruised, for you? The hell with you! I'm no fool! Shot, stabbed, fooled! Shot, stabbed, fooled! Shot, stabbed, fooled! Shot, stabbed, fooled! Shot, stabbed, fooled
Oversættelse: Den Katastrofer. Shot dolket Og Fooled.
And brauds got the nerve to act funny You a champagne ho, with kool aide money Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick You back down a point on NFL blitz I'm lyin', buddah break fool and take two And
Something funky fresh for you to ride to, fool Bending corners in the old school I seen my homie Father Dom and he said "What's up?" Riding in a Supersport drunk as fuck And
fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl And let no playin' nigga rule your world and screw
lookin' for weed-o And oh yeah, who got the gangsta shit Daz and Kurupt and Knumbskull and Yuk for shit bitch I'm still a player, pop the slinger Ice-cream and
Shot down a million times But I won't be fooled again I need some time to figure it out And put things on the mend They say that time heals all Well I
Shan peace God You and Maze got the info? Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo? A nigga named Ricky from the Bronx, cold wop city Thugged out, shoot
the old days and your old ways Corrupt and wicked Out there doing dirt, instead of just kicking it Pow pow, bang bang and all that noise (Yeah) Yeah, you and
stabbed in the head with a pencil but it's cool Get my education, a job and a family, a good reputation And what about grade two? Got shot in the neck and
girl and strip, they all twirl and trip in yaw world They dip and all thorough and hip Hustlers, they sluts and drug smugglers Money, they double up, throw that stuff up and
in the MIA Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead The graveyard is my home, tombstones and
Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk) You can fool the rest
be I be the truth , when I speak cell set you free Nigga the truth Black Friday management , and Roc's the label And I still hit you niggas with shots
kick you when you're down, Back-stabbing shit-heads (censored???), laughing like a clown, Cop, you wanna go through? Shoot you when you're down, Back-stabbing
, we makin' noise and we won't stop Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin' drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools
's a nine bar of skunk in my trunk an it's lipo Used to shot the high grade pen So I'm used to cats that beg for scraps And cat crack that don't make
at dum bitches and brighten dem all I am a hog, ridin dem all I just lay that pipe and Im off call me plumber, and leave your girl my number, humber I