, when you're gone I miss you so much I do the only thing I can do I pray for you, I pray for you Oh, I pray for you Oh, I light a candle, watch it burn
Tłumaczenie: Rich, John. Modlę się za was.
too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for
I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch, I got
I come, I comin' with my gun I'm shootin' in the head police now what I tell you life is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, can't
til the day I D-I-E For my L-I-F and E No matter where I look that's all I see And I know These days, you gotta be strapped I'm already knowin' ain't
fluncking high school I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned Said I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed You
Stick it in! I read the papers, looking for the news All I see is excuses for irrelevance If you thought no-one was dying then you'd be excused It's
by Is this is where he saw her last And there's old John, two dollars in his pocket Talkin' loud and thinks he's rich And look for little fool, too cool
damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug shit You can be touched I catch you slipping while I'm on
a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, i mean thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile
You won't get far - ?®fore they stop you Watch you, then bop through on a late night and pop you(bow!) Brag they shot you and celebrate Make their props
, I thank you For forgiving me of everything I've ever done For Jesus walking with me For dying for me Raising for me And all my sins have been forgiven
I dont worry long as I hear their mouths if ever they decide to kill you better be prepared because I know I will I think I can guarantee you dont
law fuck? I'm guilty till proven innocent Still we all equals, how do you figure? Cop told me, "You weren't speeding But I'm gonna give you a ticket 'cause you a nigger" I
' get ya You better pray that God has switched ya Fuckin' round with the Mafia, you torn blood from you bitches Nigga what, bustin' holes in you bitches You
