been a long time coming, but now I'm sure that ever word you wrote, you spoke you told just matters so much more. And its been a longtime wasted, left my
Tercüme: Yıllar, By Gone. My Enemy değilim.
s been a long time coming, but now I'm sure that ever word you wrote, you spoke you told just matters so much more. And its been a longtime wasted, left my
yeah, got yourself a gun Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So I got mine, I hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You from the hood, I hope ya (Got
chorus] Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun") You from the hood, I hope you ("
sleep Till I raise up on my enemies Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt and 400 years of oppression Spread the message I ain't finished diminished
mama covered with a white [incomprehensible] That's right, I'ma be there with my guns Blowin' the spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues 'Cause where I'm
cause I may do in this world what God sent me if I said that I was gonna die, would I be tellin' the truth would I be lyin' would I be chillin' in
my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
long and whining road Even though time keeps a changin Ima bring it all back home I been told i spit lyrics wit politics Why wouldnt i? Says negro on my
dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone *repeat* Huh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG' Been down for ten years, this my fifth Lp I'ma get this one easy
roll My own homies saying I'm heart less But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone thats regardless Drive-by and niggas bow down I thought I'd rot in
I come with words that make you disperse My allies know I'm too cold, my enemies know I spit fast My Lords know I'll bust that tang My gangsta's know I
the rain come shine my family feel my pain inside by the way my baby momma getting married brought tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy [chorus
's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm gone I would rather die before I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because
and left out in the cold But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die Hey, my papa told
