, That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... When the rain drops stop falling from the sky, That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... When old Broadway changes to Fifth Avenue, That's
That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... When the rain drops stop falling from the sky, That's when I'll stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... When old Broadway changes to Fifth Avenue, That's when
Перевод: Lil 'Rob. Вот тогда я остановлюсь.
's do this I got niggaz that shoots to static - you don't understand how I'm all up in you niggaz TV's like Carole Anne I'm a poltergeist, lyrically
Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil
sometimes you seein heaven signs, I aint Pharaohcon But I got knowledge and I’m sharing mines. I swear its time to be aware that they fear you mind,
Maybe it's MOE Me over Everythang I'm better than you know who so better that it's a shame I'm better than lil mama I'm better lil zane I'm better than
wanna fight no more But I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure [Bizzy] When the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin to the scripture picture Little
that's for sure When the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin' to the scripture picture Little Ripsta can I get critical And I'm seldom seen in the henessey
huu Shit nigga I'll tell you one thing Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby You right about that shit right there You know, Is that right
That's why I'm pimpin' That's why I'm pimpin' All the time, gettin' mine That's how we do it, straight pimpin' All the time, all the time It's the original
's baggy pants Sir come dance it's just my circumstance I wanna watch him do the safety dance I'd do it myself but I can't Or I'll just give my dough
brother Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to you And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life I advise you to stop; yo' money
deep Lil' niggas bussin' off they punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin' that I don't wanna send nobody back
hustle a nigga, askin' me for a dub Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, 'cause that's what I love I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played
Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give mc's the runs drippin when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K