young nigga we title the snitches He the muthafuckin rapper and I'm the game stealer And if you you fuck wit him I'll clear my bank account on one
remix, Cartel Records Se unieron las fuersas mas grandes de la industria We ready, sal del medio okay Daddy Yankee esta ready Lloyd Banks esta ready
you're up in the club where the dubs start the tank Sell to the highest bid, put the cash in the bank When I'm up in your booty, you can "hoo" to my blows
make her your wife If you're up in the club where the dub It's like a bank sell to the highest bid put the cash in your bank Girl I'm lovin' your booty
what-what-wha-what, wha-what, what what-wha-wha-what Wha-what, what-what-wha-what, what what, what-wha-wha-what Put in that thang, put me in that bank
(Chorus) Pimpin' hoes slammin' Cadillac doors Shawty understand this is how we roll Parkin lot pimpin' on fo's VA to H Town yeah you already know
than them thin tiny suits, The game about da south, drugs and rappin, Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum, Style's and sheek louch went double plastic, Yayo, Buck and Banks
your roll on Ingis get your skate on Lil' james get your bounce on Big e new x lex board Daddy get your roll on Big banks get your skate on Short dogg
get your roll on Ingis- get your skate on Lil' James- get your bounce on Big E- New X Lex board Daddy- get your roll on Big Banks- get your skate on $
u heard va in this bitch da bird u heard trey in this bitch bird I heard he still in da hood shit [x2] Mr frank baby pockets filled up with benger frank maybe about 10 stacks I missed da bank
's got a magic touch (That's what I need) I need someone who's just calm And doesn't think that she's rough (That's what I need) I'va had enough too
So many billions, so many billions of bullets we've become, We are civilians, we are civilians but just do not give us guns. Coz I would shoot you down
allora io non ho mai detto nulla di esatto ma fate bene attenzione al ritornello di questa canzone!ATTENZIONE io che non ho mai detto nulla di esatto
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Despair came knocking At my door And I let her in For a while She sat on the couch In the end, smoking She said nothing Suddenly I felt tired I began
I took a beating in 2003 At least I improved my threshold for pain See, my eyes swell up and poured out blood The next six months just cleaning it up
What if I came knocking On your front door some night? Would you open the window And drop me down the key? What if I came knocking On your bedpost that
more than the start to think about That's where the art comes out That's where the truth of the heart comes out That's where my memories lay On the banks