a scar across my Your knife, my back Your knife, my back Your knife, my back Your knife, my back You left me with a scar across my back
Your words are shallow and dull against my skin. Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within. I don't appreciate the words you say behind my back, but
Превод: Децата по пътя. Ножа си, My Back.
t my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle Now everybody's got my baby Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy "it's your
death with my man 'Cause I motherfuckin' love my niggas We ghetto, my niggas, anytime, any place We don't give a fuck we bust metal, my niggas We gangsta my
parking lot Have humorous fun, pulling numerous guns on consumers, run Your man-freaked that, I told John, ?Get back? Broke your 8Track, A-Dats stole your Kit Kats Grab your
with a knife like this Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now I'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out Ducked the fuck way
made my pain worse It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog And you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls And you
take away your time, your freedom and your state of mind So pay attention, these are facts, black Take it from the Giant 'cause I've been there and back
paintily Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal Cause me and rap go way back
. Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique As I tweak your audio and visual Keep my drips minimal, messages subliminal 'Cos me and rap go way back
, they goin' insane All doped off the fame, jump rope with my chain Now thats off the chain, ma take off your chain I'm 40 will off your brain, kids
one of the brightest, And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest, And Dr. Jeezy can fix your back up the nicest, Arthritis in my hand from writing
, the creme, the hoes, the fiends And I'm riding till my life is through and mashing for my dreams Click clack up, I'm mashing for my team bitch back
murk you in your hood I'm El Patreno, Nas the God, you lose your life Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shootin? dice Break my cipha, I'll make it
gang And the only way to make it is by sellin' cocaine, but I'm sayin' Use your brain homie, do the right thang, lemme talk to 'em Use your brain homie