all fucked up (all fucked up) But I just can't seem to get it right because I'm all fucked up 'Cause I've been living, living my life, living my life all fucked
Tercüme: Kanı için Kan. Tüm Fucked Up.
that fuckin' clock, I took the time and I Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up And butt fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck
stacker, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call it rich ignorant laughter Black American Express card all
down We all knew that you was pussy But I'm tastin it now And never give a dog blood Because raw blood I have a dog like one bitin whatever All up in
fagots what this Swartz is for Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for Read the papers, '94 I took the cops to war Half of y'all niggas livin
) Nowhere to turn. There's no way out. P. Diddy: I'm ready to call it quits from all this shit. Even resign from the niggaz I been balling with I'm second guessing, all
give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers
his eyes all sad Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked
up, get up, get dough Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that All my niggaz
the monster do Monster Giuseppie heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the Rasta and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank
t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
lyrics. [Intro] Yo Ice - We heard what happened man We heard some niggas ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up
on your strap, some beautiful whore You fuckin relaxed, fell a fuckin sleep bad move Big game take little game, show and prove Baby jumped up, went for
you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck
Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up
speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Yo, this is goin' out to all the gangbangers All over South Central, Watts, Inglewood All
