wish that he was born Because he would have been my first child, my first born My first child With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life My first child
译文: 拖曳式. 我第一个孩子.
bless my god my first child my first born I feel so rebirth like this my first song I held you helpless, I couldnt help it how could a nigga abandon his child
knowing My indifference, my only disguise Now it comes through me like an injection Anonymous pain throbbing real inside And every pulse in my body Belongs to the house where my
s on nigga O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap
we're gonna do Elvis On The Radio Steel Guitar In My Soul ------------------------------------------ As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn
big part Niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose Yellow suede one matching hat with the gray gun Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my
frontin' Lines come digital stupid, plus my team got 'nuff jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves Front on
in my last testament and my hidden scrolls See my icon straight faced with a torn robe A beard and some cornrows The whole globe hears when I perform my
your fuckin' job Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind With child support, I drag your coffins in the court We even-steven, fuck that, my
my peoples in the streets, Swizz Beats And this thing right here Ruff Ryders Will get your ass off your feet, remix, c'mon They call me, 'Drag On' when
while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on
chillin down on the lower level waitin for my time to come with this fool a million styles maybe i just might make bond release me on my own ???? bak on
the Don's Since '92 I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong Ai yo, its on, though I'd stay on the block You was wrong, now Remi on the rock So its on
and the wrong all gone.. now we got some trouble goin on.. here we go.. knocked on my clock radio so i could get my piece of the say so first row.. tickets
and try to grind on me Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage Gets punched in the ass and kicked in the face Fuck your dresscode, I swing my balls Fuck
weights trap for the slaughter Like livestock infected with anthrax On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze On the fluids ???? and glory days Desire on
