about you But life it just goes on above your head When you're dead Everybody miss you when you're gone They'll reminisce about you When they hear your
Fordítás: Cop Shoot Cop. Everybody Loves You (Ha Te Dead).
' you nothin' You know cocksucker Felony niggas cop cock heavily niggas That'd arm rob seventy niggas You know murderin' niggas you want doe, they servin' you
legal When they beat us and treat us as if we're different people We go for delf, fuck the cop's health I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until
I know when you're schemin' I feel when you ply And I got mental vision, intuition I know where you goin' I read your mind's navigational system Everybody whisperin' pers-pers-pers-perspirin' When
show my picture for the crimes of another guy Now, how's that for the life of a big shot? A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot I play them nuttin
the family will drop them foes They be the westside wicked! Otis: If you love to see fire all through the night And you wanna shoot a pig right off his cop bike If you
lash out if it killed me so you could ride off into the sun, Silly, guilt free. One year passed. The tables wobbling and you're hollering back sipping the fits you skipped when
Toy with the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed For all the fucked up shit, that you put a brother through Black man, learn to love you Cause even if you're dead
powerful shit in my trunk want me to use it? I grabbed that shit, cocked it now talk like you're silly! If you needed some release would I fuck with you
on a pillow cover is not the smell of love anymore That's loss and pain Vain happenings, you're No longer the recipient of casual looks, I see They say you're
my bitch is too when I sprung See I dont give a fuck about shit Even if ya know me I smoke ya and let you be a (dead homie) show me that you're a lunatic
my picture for the crimes of another guy Now how's that for the life of a big shot A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot I play them nuttin ass marks
why Why do I ask myself why? One day I'm gonna be dead and gone And miss all the things I love and adore I know it hurts but I'll see you there One day
you own, we want it Willie D want it, and sucker, I do too Now what the fuck is you gonna do when pistols start talkin to you? [Young Noble] When you
