babe, (the babe) the son of Mary (the son of Mary) What child is this Who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? What child (what child) Whom angels
Превод: Плус један. Шта Дете Ис Тхис-.
soul, now cold blood's how you get relief Now you do what we do, say what I say Muthafucka, don't blink unless I say okay This is a organization, not a one
one If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
black so he's got one strike against him And he's young plus he came up in the system But he's smart and he's finally makin' eighteen And his goal is
how you do that there It's been thirteen years and aint went nowhere Still, one of the coldest ever done this shit And aint no motherfucking question know who run this
this rap game to a higher degree We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon' [U-God] These 99 powerful
I forgot this was a big show and being dope made you broke I aint piss poor I'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalypto my mind is a weapon what I need to pop
is breaking, marks down, ah-follow-me-now Yo Common Sense is breaking, marks down Uhh, check it, check it, check it I huff and I puff and I blow (WHAT
Cause Three is not Company when your other two friends are thicker So come one friend, come two friend, come all United we stand, divide your legs so I can fall in your bowl of cherries, Kerrie is
for what they make They can't lose Yes waxing lyrical but this time it's not satirical It's kinda spherical so jam me in a ??? This is the miracle of
blame us (Alright) Kept shit smooth even when it got rough But, I don't see that no more Got one half hour wait, hope he sore (But I hope he sore) What the fuck is
't got no family, my mind is tender My daddy's invisible, my Mom's is Brenda, uh If I survive I'm grow into what Society considers trash, the rope is
your wifey truthly But it ain't my fault your girlfriends a groupie Be careful what you ask for you could change your mind And what you lookin' for, you won't like what
jew. Mr Wild Child, I mean he's old but not duh-duh. If I'm bad, out time in the corner for time out. A'aight Josh, what'ch ya wanna do? Ya wanna watch
Entertainment is danger intertwine it with gangsters In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum Only you're unholy only have one homey
