's nothing for me here There's nothing for me here There's nothing for me here I gave you my life and it's fading away There's nothing for me here I gave
the same Theres nothing for me here. Theres nothing for me here. Theres nothing for me here. I gave you my life and its fading away. Theres nothing for me here
Превод: Dope. Нищо за мен тук.
Превод: Dope. Терес нищо за мен тук.
But things come and go When the clocks never stop Be on time for nothing A little late for a lot [Chorus] I hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me
another chance Now, redirected at the girls, not an ultimatum just an option in this world When things come and go, when the clocks never stop Be on time for nothing, a little late for
your babies on the floor See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you Niggaz out here hurtin' fool nothing is for
Hit me up, give me a call. You know how we do? Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace [Ice-T] Peace out Motherfuckers said I'd never survive, here I am Check your
Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler Here I come, so you better break North As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth I care nothing
' G I break crazy A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me, clock me, cops wanna glock me Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't stop me Uhh
You like me better rich You like me better rich I caught where ya live with the .44 mag Shut up bitch, show me where the stash Now we got the dope we
here For you to bring your body here And give me what I've waited for Hurry up and come on in and close the door I'm about to get up on it Feed me girl
, I said it so listen Me and MC Lyte takin? u out on a mission Like a space shuttle, me and my girls huddle Get back to the crib, bathtubs filled with bubbles Champange, cavior, for
beat us down for dumb shit, they lock us up for dumb shit Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta fight for money they owe me And they wonder why we
Mack drivin, 22's boxed up in bags, dope houses surrounding, see the feds want my motherfucking head on a gilatine, aint like a motherfucker scared though, id rather die then for me
Where's that motherfucker at man? Damn, been about 10 days man Hey, hey man, over here man Yeah, what can I do for you, boy? Yeah man, uh, lemme get one