polako, zagrli ga jako zelim biti siguran da ga stvarno zelis, obuo sam cipele, obuko sam sako, izvini bejbe ali vidis da sam makro, nista drugo nego gangsta stil, prepoznao sam
Hitman Sammy Sam Chorus Lil Jon X2 Get the pussy nigga Stick that pussy nigga Fuck that pussy nigga You dead fuck nigga Verse 1 Hitman Sammy Sam
trialed Way I hid dough under the bathroom towel Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing Then things got frightening Peep the scene, sorta like Sam
her or she or he? Who would live to see the long age of 23? Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn On your tombstone would read rest in peace sam
, a crook Ali shook the world I'm gonna shake my homies hand Three in the morning, dressed in blue once again My size ten rest upon the concrete floor
Fuck Columbus, he was lost, Mickey Mouse needs speed Uncle Sam spoon fed on crack, ET loves LSD Diet-Coke head Barbie dreams of sex and God in jeans With
a lot of class You see the boys struttin' down the boulevard Tryin' to make a pass' Not like in New York It's high rise, it's concrete and complex Not
Once I believed in peace and freedom But war is all I see Once I believed I wouldn't change society is changing me Once I believed in just one side One
trialed Way I hid dough under the bathroom tile Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing Then things got frightening Peep the scene, sorta like Sam
When the knuckles turn white Eyes begin bulging I take an honest look at my life It's insultin I been sulkin about it all week Hearin adults screachin Metal grindin the concrete
democracy America will be the death of me If I die tomorrow My body blown apart By some child with a shotgun Raging fire in his heart Killed in some concrete
vials, means to be trialed Way I hid dough under the bathroom towel Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing Then things got frightening Peep the scene, sorta like Sam
Steaming hot, dancing, talking shit, telling lies Like a pimp, meanwhile, underpaid Read like, second grade Uncle Sam, sign you up Benefits, and a gun
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller (Uncle Sam
, but it don't matter Cause I'm sittin in history Learnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me They try to shape us But I know Uncle Sam is
shit ain't fly So now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by And when you hear this shit, it make the world say "DAMN! .. I wanna kill Sam." "Do the niggaz
a gravy boat Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat! [Jamie Madrox:] We run shit like constipation on Ex-Lax All up in your pocket like Uncle Sam and the income
it I'm raw like cowhide, smooth like a plane ride No half steppin, I always take a full stride Who came played and they say I'm concrete made I used