4x] Let me see what you working with, working with Let me see what you twerking with, that's my girl [C-Murder] I don't wanna see your eyes, I just wanna
Traducere: C-Murder. Let Me See.
x] Let me see what you working with, working with Let me see what you twerking with, that's my girl [C-Murder] I don't wanna see your eyes, I just wanna
going underground When they see that this life is upon us We would see that there's no one that we can trust You can never see what I see, motherfucker
make dough, like "Jurassic" "Park" did, quick to spark kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?) See me, only me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (let
it's the odd shottie that got cats, likening me To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y
you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear things scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles I kill a block, I murder
earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to
Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C
back I said, Chill, don't let nobody move without me Say you know where they are? He said, "I know where they be" Let's peel their caps back Let's peel
know But that still ain't shit in the game of blow He asked to see the dope, I asked to see the cash He reached for that briefcase too fast A fuckin
lay when playin' with destiny Play too deep for me to say little Layzie came to me Told me if he should decease well then Please bury me by my gran,
my spy Come back and tell me who's baggin' my fries Getting high on company time" Hell no sirree, wrong M.C. Why should I be a spy, when you spying me And you see
(Jorma) Hey yo, new Lonely Island, 2011, let's get 'em Kiv! (Akiva) Hey yo my dick don't work, that shit is soft as a pillow, My girly lookin' at me like
know you're gettin' bored I know you're livin your life, faithfully Safe from me, away from me, but you miss bein' next to me Don't you. don't let our
have to talk to Eazy through the Ouija, so I can see if maybe he can tell me why your hatin' on me, bitin' on me, why you want me to have to show you
