't be fooled As the days pass I discover Destiny just can't be ruled Hard times, oh hard times For the price, yes the price I thought I knew Oh it's the price
Перевод: Девять дней. Цена.
Перевод: Девять дней. Цена (витая Дань Сестра).
can't be fooled As the days pass I discover Destiny just can't be ruled Hard times, oh hard times For the price, yes the price I thought I knew Oh it's the price
nine steps twenty-two catch boxed in Tales of the city we are lost in Living in a haze I'm amazed by the ways in the days Of forever go non stop pressure
a nasty bitch They say the good die young, all that mean to me is that the hood die young, we call it the last days What you know about coppin a house
tubes every whip, every bitch, every leather coat since '88 to right now I was never broke back then I was V'd up with a nut cup, problem with the price
collage and pay it up for four years, let the streets be mad and tell em he anit real, the motherf**kers hate you when good is how you live, cus nine days
style is terrific, My write is prolific, but let's be specific ... specialize in music, I specialize selling guns ... nine and music Towards that run from the days
Blessings in life to the children, they say "Life is like five days" Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair His eyes were bloody while
of the 'Lac by a thug and to get ran through until you get carpet burns off the rug and to get nutted on by nine niggaz with diamond grills and guns
] Oh my Gosh my days are getting longer And theres no turning back cos im working a 9 to 5 To keep my contract did I say nine i meant one thirty Im no
die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch If the good die young, all that mean to me Is that the hood die young/ We call it the last days What you know about
things, all kinda things, power, money Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it The Gucci boots with the G's on it A high price for this 'High price
supposed ya know [Yo Gotti] I got sixteen 28 grams broke down to dimes What's my life like nigga its a constant grind You got seven eight or nine you
This is a story of a player from the Island That lost his way, such a price to pay To kiss those girls and make them cry Kiss those girls and make them
, than a nasty bitch They say the good die young, all that mean to me Is that the hood die young, we call it the last days What you know about coppin
