eyes go blind And I hurt to be you And I hurt to be you There for no one There for change No good reason No one came Half a life Cars move slowly
Traducción: Love Spit Love. Metade de uma vida.
Next two years, I could see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin' Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit
her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my China thing She half black half oriental 86 she got me rental The situation ain't accidental What? From a, from a
t get no second chance And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance The game is to exploit young ghetto kids A straight pimp game and there ain
baby and your wife You're riding kites for life Alot of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do I'll move at least a half a mill of this before
a young rich nigga that lacks faith Range Rove, leather roof, love war, fuck a truce Still move a bird like I'm in bed with mother goose Them ho's coming in a
about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
get no love, no love, no love, no love Bitch, you get no love, no love, no love And I don't need you no more Bitch, you get no love
they? Can they, ha? I spit it through the wire man It's too much stuff in my heart right now man I'd gladly risk it all right now It's a life or death
page Half a million dollars later and my tax is paid And I'm still spitting money from my active days Damn, life is such a lovely thing Feel the perks that a
Turn around and do a line And I spit on your girl Haaaa That's the sound of my laughter My grove takes my life To a live firecracker Never sleep All
[unverified] Don't touch that And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love You can't dust on these bustas, so they die They only got love for those who love
by) I'm stuck in this penitentiary called life Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a
up, get out and get something, But I was a little bitty nothin, in the city thuggin, Neva been a nigga that?s eta fucked none less than a hundred percent
ass Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC Spit hard, the
they pride But let me tell niggas something, I'm so glad you alive Long as you got a breathe, a pulse, nigga strive Divne intervention this is I heard a
Parallel to a carrousel of murders I prefer to make a life than take a life Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right Sort of how I play my broads
