I'll get back, I will I'm gonna get a disguise, you won't know me Mustache and glasses look pretty I'll buy you presents and charm you well You'll fall
Traducere: Up. Te voi Get Back.
, all this peace talk can cease All these people I had to leave in limbo I'm back now, I've come to release this info I'll be brief and let me just keep
Kenny fag Keniff-sta You bastard I ain't wanna have to diss ya Canibis, where the fuck you at? I miss ya! [Chorus] Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Where
tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible Prolly throw you in there too, mix it up and make nigga-stew if you can't admit I'm iller than you Baby
I'm flowin' like pilot controlled Boeing When I get bitten, I bite back, Quicker than Tyson attacks I don't give a fuck if I don't get my license back
you'll be followed by the bills like helotry you're falling slowly as you depart from your homies, earlier you got a baby boy or girl in there years back you
... to get my dick in them I was... whose I remember you, but now that I'm every kind of wipe I'll be hitting them Back to the beat sex, I'm a beat that
like you They dance around and shout about it Until they finally get their own bit They only want to be like you They only want to be like you So you
park and brake up Ask you for you proof of registration, say what? I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck! Peel you off till you drop on the floor
get you. That's why I had to protect you I wouldn't disrespect you as another intellectual Without you I'm unsuccessful God bless you What makes you think I
Mathers with you? I'll beat you black and blue, Then I'll get a tat of you too, matter fact I'll put a tatoo of me on you, A 10 by 10 C-logo, neon
, I won't get angry at you And before I get angry, I just won't answer you You better go get in shape or lift some weights nigga 'cause next time I see
Check the lyrics Chacun sa Mafia , Chacun sa Mifa You sit back relax catching contacts Sip your cognac and let's all washthis money through this laundry
niggas get lost in The type of dark you fear when you're dead in your coffin I hear you talkin' but I ignore it Cause you garbage and your rhymes borin
niggaz get lost in The type of dark you feel when you're dead in your coffin I hear you talkin' but I ignore it Cause you garbage and your rhymes borin
ooh ooh I know that you're dead but I won't realize I know you were fat, you were all oversized you've been mean all the time, so I had to kill you
bitch Now I expose how scary you niggaz is And when you want the bis My brick city outlaws' a bury you niggaz I'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbers
