're mine, oh mine, oh mine Don't you hear me cryin for it? Don't you see my heart's on fire? Don't you feel me dyin' for it? Give me my heart's desire
Перевод: После 7. Cryin For It.
until I know that your're mine Don't you hear me crying for it Don't you see my heart's on fire Don't you feel me dying for it Give me my hearts desire
man You know what time it is wit me, yo That's right Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man Take the bones out man for real
a sucker of another fellow It's 12:01, let's give it up, Cinderella I ain't goin for it, stop cryin Like Ms. Melodie said: I ain't buyin it Game over
in 79' I knew it was gods will so I'm done cryin You see my mama was the one who Brought me up, taught me up And showed me what was good and bad Now after
', 86' Nowadays it's about the paper chase But when I first started It was just for kicks (That's what I'm talkin about) It aint easy tryin to be a billionaire
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus- Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya
way by to say hi I'm feelin' crazy It's 7 o'clock in the a.m. In 15 minutes this alarm will be ringin' At work, no one will feel my pain It's a crime
I'm tied blind insignificant To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split again The medic made it out to be, epidemic shaded wow for
, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life motherfuckin' made niggaz We comin' after
7 in the mornin', they kickin' down my momma's door Now tell me what is this motherfuckin' drama for? Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress
cryin': Sings: 'It's alright how you turn me down Mm-mm-mm I ain't got a dime Spoken: After she called for a ticket She heard this Special Streamline
Smokin' on a short newport If you wanna get high with me Roll a blunt and light the torch (nigga) Strap it on my waste 3-5-7 nigga play For you robbers
create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest! M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz We comin after
in the city after all that we done did all the toy give always school clothes and things. Even for Easter givin the kids bikes and for that they ain't cryin
I'm tied blind insignificant To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split again The medic made it out to be, epidemic shaded...wow for
nigga man You know what time it is wit me, yo That's right Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man Take the bones out man for
