cry, cry for you (for you) i will cry, cry for you (for you) i will cry, cry for you (for you) i will cry, cry for you (for you) i will cry, cry for you
Fordítás: Eszköz. Cry For You.
projectiles fly, you die And watch your fat moms cry, bull's eye I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile What you think all the guns is for? What
world Nigga you reap what you sow What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world Where beef could never end At the time you
Scarface] You ain't gangsta, youse a busta, quick to say that you a hustler But realistically, you a bitch to me, sweet as pie but down to Custer Wanna cry
the outside So you encounter yourself While watching your body cry When the all the faults don't seem like The tools you used to create your life Thoughts fermenting I am repenting For
to shooting movies Mr. Cogee man, you can't take that from me Watch out for Ivy, he showed me how to save money Walking to school with a tool and a
fantastic Uh, I heard cry when I dip that ass in some plastic How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards Because you asked us if we could bring you
the scar. you cry for compensation. i ask you please just give us... 5 minutes alone i read your eyes, your mind was made up. you took me for a fool
get you right what you rappin' **** I'm born crazy raised in more fame It's the clappin' down **** for entertainment I know, cry now I know, cry now
for your mind If you are thinking, you are winning Resistance is victory Defeat is impossible Your weapons are already in hand Reach within you and
the keys in hand We'll leave you where you stand We'll lift you off your feet and make you fly like Peter Pan Don't make no sudden moves Or I'll squeeze my southern tools
you And even if ya dead broke, we are still equal One time for the lil people Eat ya meal, don't let ya meal eat you (I run with trouble... trouble)
up Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong Peep game,
can you tell me, are you here now? Is my touch touching you, or that tool of yours? I saved all the debt for you, you're still in debt You're broken
you have nowhere to go How many times did you stand and cry? Through thick and thin you made it through While no one even cared for you How many times
heart of clay I threw my brushes away The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me Are out the door I don't paint myself into corners anymore When you left you
to my wisdom method You need a star for your crescent I got a diablo brass for your atmosphere My a dope mathematics will soak you like incense sincere Uh, baby for
