Перевод: Dead Boys. Я не будут оглядываться назад.
I won't look back I remember all their social games Gossip spreading talk among the lames Friday night's lonely passions Empty heads with no reactions now But I won't
bury in pine under six feet of time The lies I told me about myself Claw my way out, pick the splinters from under my fingernails I won't lose hope, I won't
When you niggas Boo it's cool Cause your sayin my name [Chorus] Is it the way I live and what I got is what your tryin to get Do I look so good that
your ones don't show Nigga I know, might say "Been there done that" like Dre Through hard work I earn the vault Promise God to never look back or I
verse I'll freak a couple words unrehearsed Then I burst I mean I bust From all angles Guarunteed platium on your single [Ice-T] Yo T, I really must
Island I be takin' Private planes out to Spain, now keep on flyin', I ain't fakin' The money ain't a thing, think I'm lyin', you're mistaken You can find
a bid? Oh yeah, I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare I rap and I'm real, I'm one of the few here These other boys lyin', I wonder if y'all care They stories
before I leave home, leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know before I leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know [Birdman
Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give
when I peel and I hit the fences Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while they trailing Better in hell than in the cell and it ain't no telling Where
I want my freak You can't deny it, you know I'm right I turn any rapper out when I'm on the mic And I won't kick back, or relax Till he knows I'm the
, always back it Even if you're scared, I'll be there, I'll rack it I'm a soldier, I'm older, I cause world traffic You crew won't manage but wait, don
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through
team ain't too far from jail And if he down then his book's healthy You see, I don't only talk about the cars and the cribs, I look wealthy Beef ain't
the soul of the brother who won't come back Who died in my arms on the railroad track 'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space There
collide Hit me, it'll just be a nigga, hired to die Plus I ball, I'm ignorant, Dogg I'm a muthafuckin' star, nigga, suck my balls I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I
rearview But I ain't scared, been shot a few times but I ain't dead Made some moves but I ain't red, on a block in Mo City ain't bled So I claim that
