things There's gotta be a better way It's not easy to make that change The streets keep callin' me Last night tryin' to make it home I get this call
not easy to make that change, The streets keep callin' me [verse1:] Last night tryin' to make it home (make it home), I get this call on my phone (
Перевод: B2k. Улицы ли Callin '.
kill Fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, see [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh Who
Jboog talking: Yeah, Uh, Yo, B2K I'll bet ya'll never thought we'd be doin a Christmas song Yeah well we all rappin Fizz we bought to catch up to you
't got nuttin but time, the f-k is that I'd rather be in jail then broke, this s-t is wack Jizzle only word for ya dog, this s-t is crack Use to hide
If you cross the line damn right, I'm gon' hurt you These fagot niggas even made gang signs commercials Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up B2K crip walkin
nigga no mercy. No mercy, nigga ima neva say die! Verse 2: Might die oh the dark way I get done with the A.K. southside make these niggas scream MADAY
you want a lame is for pluno i wanna make a new move for your benifit it is in that hard to pit my sex outta this world she call me marshion pit i don
members unpredicable niggaz get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull they see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetable the world is a ghetto, and life is
tell 'em don't hit too hard, this is a Creepa Woody Harrelson is down with us Bruce Willis smokes all, he's down with us Yeah, Willie Nelson is down
York The Y-2-K celebration wasn't big in New York Babylon live in New York, should I keep a crib in New York Or just V.I., to handle my B.I When with
Without faith, all of that is illusionary Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary [M.D.] Not strong [T.K.] Only aggressive [M.D.] Not free [T.K
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK You speak you late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards and get yo' ass whooped by B2K I just wish Eminem
life over nothing If I got to go, please let it be for something real Because this bullshit, hood shit Is getting niggas killed, on the real [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Bun B
