Send me the word I will be fine Long as I put my faith in you [x2] [Verse 1] Lord, I don't talk to you as much as I should Please forgive me for the
Перевод: Свежие. Send Me.
: (feat. Jai Lartey, Shari) [Shari sings] Send me the word I will be fine Long as I put my faith in you [x2] [Verse 1] Lord, I don't talk to you as
all my Jersey niggaz! you know? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz This shit commentated on the one's and two's! They call me the Mighty
been sleep?" Shorty, kisses turn into the sweetest dreams Like give it to me And I can feel her tell me My angel this is wonderful Thanks, for letting me
recycle the flow Im emotional I hug the block Im so emotional I love my glock Cash rules everything around me So whats realer Bout the scriller so call me
to see me Fuck man, don't everybody welcome me back at once All right, fuck ya'll then (Verse 1) You can get the dick, just call me the ballsac, I'
time for your mother fucking mind we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying? cause they don't know shit about this For the 9 6 Verse 1: Ayo
aint no reason to set the dogs on me, Drop the bomb on em, please don’t drop the bomb on me, shady please, please dont drop the bomb on me, Drop the bomb
MC, in the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one see Verse 1:
me thinkin Bout better days Better days, better days, better days Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin Bout better days Verse Three: Now me and
lookin at me through {*can't decipher*} [Verse Three: 2Pac - overlaps Verse Two] Walkin through the cemetary Talkin to my homies that was buried See my enemies wanna see me
Sayin' "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig" Picture me thirsty
'til they bury me BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles Spare with me start some shit send the shooters out Come
me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster hundred shot drums'll run out! They dumb out, you heard of me They call me big homie! Me I make the register
X] [Verse 3] Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see
the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like C's in their weed shit Send me