译文: T -骨. Y'all无法运.
that?s it! Chino XL (Lyrics Unavailable) Chorus Yall can?t win, against us If you try, we will bust You should know, we?re the truth You can?t do, what
s it! Chino XL (Lyrics Unavailable) Chorus Yall can?t win, against us If you try, we will bust You should know, we?re the truth You can?t do, what we
the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin' to bury Seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero
millions every year, the South's champion 'Cause all I do, all I, all I, all I All I do is win, win, win no matter what Got money on mind, I can never
sucka Me quick to pull me gun And straight up kill that muthafucka You never can know when Bone'll ? Commit the one eighty-seven 'Cause all I can see
, y'all niggas can't see these thugs 17 shots from the 9mm On the creep with the night vision Infrared beams pointed at your dome Can't wait to see a
don't deserve 'em. Murda one, if we fin' ta go murda dem all, dey fall. They wanna see tha Bone fall, y'all, but nah, we too Bone I rememba, back lil
Bone, yeah. We straight up killas, we're realer. We just want the money, y'all hate us. We don't deserve 'em. Murder one, if a nigga go murdered them
it Take it Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta,
Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone
Everybody wanna sound like, sound like Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone Everybody wanna rap like, rap like Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone As we continue to pick
. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke. Krayzie: Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. A nigga can vibe, 'cause y'all some
poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your
all and still play And rest my nine up when I'm fuckin' with y'all Slangin' my dogs to dem all Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it's all good I still
up somebody, but y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all? If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags,
