life [HOOK 2X: Swizz and P.K.iller] Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO!] Y'all know we in here! [YO!] Tell me who's in here! [YO
Перевод: Стили. Y'all знаю, что мы в этом.
it What the deal Ma? Funky Momma blaze the track so you can feel her I'm Miggidy I'm all about the dollar bills y'all, rock the Diamond Lex All that
Show me what y'all know Girl MOOOOOVE! Show me what y'all know Girl MOOOOOVE! Show me what y'all know Girl MOOOOOVE! Show me what y'all know [
see us. We mother fuckin' thug life riders. West side till' we die. Out here in california, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We
we the raw on the cut Style-bitin' thugline niggaz give it up We hit 'em up And we still breathin' And we still breathin' And we still breathin' [2pac
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway ...And I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT
's Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, we're devastating If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We
t come to get boogie I came here to get crazy! I was born to get wild! That’s my style! If you didn’t know that, Well, baby, now you know now Cause I
the air, into their athmosphere Let em know we tooken some shit right here There's no way of knowing where we going from here But we're prepared to
record What the hell made you like that? So grouchy and grimy How everything about you is whack Ay yo I know you all can tell From all the talk from his
the qanco sinco We don't give a fuck right now We be hi caliber shit Ya'll corny niggas must bow We do unforgivable shit We blow the spot any how, move
dawg, I know you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
Here to drop bombs Against all odds Still remain gods Grip your arm We always come hard The world is ours Call a national guard [rah digga] Here we
Beatz] Aooow! banger, let's go (Swizz, man) Styles P (Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo! Whoo, whoo, whoo
back, And everything that you thought you can’t forget ‘cause y’all know nothing but my name. And I don’t wanna hear about people I don’t know.
chain - I aim at your brain Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke when we could always take all y'all dough And then fly out to Cuba
L.O.X. is gonna bark We can take it there but to make it fair, get some mo niggaz Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like 4 niggaz (aight!) Y'all niggaz