I love you, I love you so All I do is think of you Day and night, that's all I do I can't get you off my mind Thinking back all the time All the time
Translation: Troop. All I Do Is Think Of You.
Translation: Troop. All I Do.
, Im from the fucking bottom I got a bunch of problems, and cant nothing solve them My room is full of demons, I aint afraid of them I hear them witches screaming, I
the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the blacker the rims the sweeter the Coupe The money goes out that sack comes in I can't even lie I do it all again I
fakes and tens See I'm a nigga from the West Side cheered I peel libs What prayin' that you do hill when I all ready did Like your girl gotta admit she
I was born in New Jersey, I said it before But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve
I'm showing you that I will be ordering itch Inside the new world, doing what I got to do to make Brown for my seeds I will bleed before a man tries to
There's a fork in the road ahead I don't know which way I'm gonna turn There's a fork in the road ahead About this year We salute the troops They're all
evening now And I blew that room away First thing I remember when you came into my life Said, "I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do" Well I guess I
I've given, I swear I'll never give in Just look at what I've been in and this is just the beginning I d-d-do it 'cause I did it for my ballerina girls
ain't right I bought you diamonds even gave you pearls I took you for a cruise all around the world I treat you high post but you play me close And if I
too far so I say "Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters" Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa
a fag I think he a fuckin' whiteboy I'm a motorcycle I was born to ride psycho Baby, I'm even worse than before Mom, can I call when I'm lost? In a
I got a grenade, I'ma go inside the squad Gettin' ready for the rumble When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter Keep buckin 'em faster all
what he left remain. But I had it incenerated, got it burnt to ash. Steady nothin' but crust, when I keep bustin' and cussin', but I also pull triggas. All
: All over the world. All across the nation. We all across the nation. Thugs all over the world. All over the world. All across the nation. We all across
