find Your mercy What will it take until You forgive me Oh, Lord, will I find that You have already I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
To explain what I've done Now I know that I was wrong Will you hold me again I don't know what I can say Or would it matter anyway 'Cause I don't know
Перевод: Третий день. Я не знаю.
new kicks new trial I don't give a fuck I'm playin' the yard ox taped to my nuts ready to self destruct Lord I don't wanna die but what powered your honor
Till the day light break Go to county 20 times Still can't go straight Don't nothin in the mothafuckin' World come free I'll never see a nine to
(Don't leave me!) I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me I squeezed through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my 38
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama Place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated Don't cha know we love ya? * second and third chorus
hats off, you know you ain't that tough I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball Artillary that
your hats off, you know you ain't that tough I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball Artillary
hide Cause I just don't want to say goodbye Cause you are my baby baby Nothing really matters I don't really care What nobody tell me I'm gunna
your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit But when I get back, I'ma bounce
YOU) I'm tatted up, cause I love takin pain I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change" I ain't petty player, I buy the whole thang My work
new bitch Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked Bust mines
I need 50 feet (Ha). I don't think ya really want it. I don't think ya really want it. I don't think ya really want it. I don't think ya really want
Check it out! First floor, stuck on the gold digger Second floor, stuck on the dime piece Third floor, stuck on the hood rat Fourth floor, freak it I don't know
[Chorus] I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again) I don't like you,
