ve got to hide Life is only a goodbye Sometimes it feels like life's a goodbye Lookin' in from the outside You never turn around, you've got to hide Life is only
Ich schreibe deinen Namen auf Papier Und falte mir daraus ein schones Boot Das saugt sich voll, bis es im Bier zu sinken droht Ich schreibe deinen Namen
Isolation only adds To your frustation And it could endanger Your career... [Emma] Just give him time, I ask no more. His work's a crime
lotto Let's take it to the neck wit this bottle Get in the Eldorado And break from this bitch at full throttle You like fuckin' fashion models? That only
my brain sails/sells Now believe it, better place checks Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF [Classy Freddie Blassy] I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi When the sun's, shy gotta keep one eye, nigga I been shot at and stole on No protection from one time, only
Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime
Just try to learn where my thoughts can be And how I stack figures Learn why I'm real, still that nigga I get money I ain't gotta do a crime Shit I
dust her But she knows that, keeps a gat Works much plastic, always stays on phat She said she loves me Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies She only
* strictly best guess only on Daddy Nitro's reggae patois [Daddy Nitro] Now hear dis! All bad man what dey a know The original bad man dey a know, seen
this The card after the ace is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me, the motherfuckin', T I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only
Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary obscene Definition-street player,you know what I mean The high rollers People of the city,stop foolin' yourself Crime
air You move, you lose, 'cause the Ice don't care No chance to run, don't shout Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out Grand Larcenist, soloist, felonist, vocalist Crime
the crime crew, good to see y'all out of jail An' y'all are all players, remember back in the day We used to rob jewelery stores together To the producers Afrika Islam, the one and only
that Insane? You're on the right track But turn the sounds up so I can stay amped Do another crew and break camp The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat
Coolin' in my crib, cold video dubbin' FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote
takers Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert Here's the keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime