Don't take another step until you decide What it is that you want and where you're sleeping tonight It's no skin off my back or bones, If you wanna go
Tercüme: Hit the Lights. Üç Oh Nine.
: Don't take another step until you decide What it is that you want and where you're sleeping tonight It's no skin off my back or bones, If you wanna
Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Nine-nine spit
'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me Make 'em freeze Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me Infa, red, lights and
the funk butter cup 'cause I'm a bastard at robbin' I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on
Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights While your boy bypassing fare light But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right Three
flashin' past and can't catch Dat's me, gauge on the Escalade back seat Don't creep, oh what you think, T I P and them sweet? Don't sleep, get you hit
the JV artist That means I own two joint ventures an' two different labels Niggas that pay me homage Been in this game for nine seasons That's nine reasons
could think about was my brother Rob jumped up and began to run Busting shots hoping to hit someone So I just stopped, and let off three shots Two hit him and one hit
deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch Why you talkin shit? Better duck bitch Before your dome get hit This shit is Twiztid
hit me on the jack told me meet her at the spot And I'm 'bout to call her back, its a go One, thug in the club, two, models to go Three, bottles of
on and on Mad hatter So tonight we'll pay tribute and light up a match And tell all your brothers and sisters about the cat in the hat Oh, he had nine
put on rows, front row I'ma 223 grabber Bust or block hitter Project kidnapper Rookie nigga wig splitter Make copies for the rapture It's all on you nigga Oh
Yo, son, did you? Yo, son, he pulled it out} Five digits, cock biddy, nine milli One floor shine silly, spun city, one verse hit milly Little girls spinnin' curls, three
head I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it Homie that took the hit on me couldn't shoot this
