creep Vicious circles are your life Stabbed in the back Stabbed in the back Knuckles white bent on revenge Fake somebody, real nobody Fake somebody, real nobody
are your life Stabbed - in the back Stabbed - in the back Knuckles white bent on revenge Fake somebody - real nobody Fake somebody - real nobody Behind
Перевод: UP, LOCK. Кто-то Fake / Real никто.
me ask me to start up a company Duck Down's the name, rap music is the aim Lyrically I bring the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain Some
6 shit, The Firm clique, 'Illmatic', nigga 'It Was Written' though It's been a long time comin' Y'all fake niggaz, tryin' to copy Better come with the real though Fake
told very concretely. You know, it was like that voice, the right one, said to me, he said, Lauryn, You know the real you is more interesting than the fake somebody
want you to see my pain Gimme some fake, fake rain, fake rain To wash your goodbye kiss away Fake rain, ah, fake rain, ah Somebody save me Lock me up
ask me to start up a company Duck Down's the name, rap music is the aim Lyrically I bring the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain Some said
6 shit.. The Firm clique, Illmatic nigga It Was Written though It's been a long time comin Y'all fake niggaz, tryin to copy better come with the real though Fake
both them niggaz switched, like some homosexuals do From "Wanna be a Baller", to "Getcha Hands Up" You wanna fuck with me, you gotta get your grands up Real niggaz stand up, fake
party So many fine hoes nobody knows why We buck, I guess we up in a rut Looking for but at the same time Up in the Flame supporting girls up in the
real nigga from the fake fake A trill nigga that's down in the cake cake A hot girl that's clean not stank stank Some bad weave for somebody So u took
listen Yo yo yo yo For real, yo, yo, yo For real, yo, yo, yo I'ma keep it real, yo, yo, yo I'ma keep it real [Shyheim] Three-to-six facin', new indictment
t want you to see my pain, Gimme some fake, fake rain, fake rain To wash your goodbye kiss away Fake rain, aah Fake rain, aah Somebody save me Lock me up
up, like hot chicken soup Y'all niggaz don't wanna go to war, with a troop For loot we cock glocks, beat up blocks And then set up shop, we still living
