Nobody can find you when you're nowhere Living on the other side of hope Nobody can hurt you when you don't care Singing like you're swinging on a rope
Traducción: Cop Shoot Cop. Lugar nenhum.
stray yo for no fuckin' reason You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle that God gave me this Tec, now I'm eatin' Cop it
if you get caught up with nothin to save ya, gauges spray and break ya down nowhere, and put in the back and I murder a nigga, stead put in the, shoot
day somebody shot him, and the drama got started, now his mama's on the pipe, and bigger brother's in jail, nigga the only cop i see that got story to
troop down to Jew Town Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a Polish incom fair I stare, at what use to be Bubbles and think about who use to cop
't drink the henny straight I needed somethin' to chase I needed something to chase Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin' nothin' to waste Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin' in place Gettin' nowhere
no niggah sippin nowhere close to me, Keep it pimpin Jets up over bitches, how its pose to be, Fire red thighs with the ice so cold feet, Shot out to
the same cold eyes, I looked out the building Saw the same cop car roll by It woke me out the trance when I heard a shot Saw the old man cry, shit drop
B' [Chorus:] When the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom) You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
mold With a family to feed there?s nowhere we won?t go But what if were caught? They said I?m a snitch Shot at the check point Found with his throat
pies 'Cause I will survive, brains, is the key to the game If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun? If you ain't got guns, then you better cop
projects Homeboy I make more than a promise {"Put some money on it"} I know the amount of hate that my worth sparks But I ain't goin nowhere like a birthmark
man ya heard boom boom boom Brooklyn ya heard boom boom booom Compton Gotti gotti ya heard Yo c'mon You gotta pop that styles, rock that watch dial See that Benz? Cop
reach ahead here Duck ya head in here man (What kind of cop killer are you?) (What kind of cop killer are you?) (What kind of cop killer are you?)
your old neighbor (Come on) And if you really feel some type of way about it Run up in your hood, then I'll shoot my fuckin' way about it This Jersey
cop them G-Unit sneaks, so I'm gone bitch (We ain't, goin', nowhere, so fuck you) (We ain't, goin', nowhere, so fuck you) This day, the game, will never
album's what I'm tryna cop Chamillionaire thinks he's too smart, and plus I think he sings a lot See, he is not nowhere as good as they say he is, I
