back inside They want me, back inside - they want you back inside I ain't goin' back to the inside I ain't never goin' back inside Never goin' back!
, back inside - they want you back inside They want me, back inside - they want you back inside I ain't goin' back to the inside I ain't never goin' back
Превод: САД бомбе. Назад у.
You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside The beast, I'm a hot light now It's whatever man think of manifest to the real
made this, gotta get mine wanna slip, it's about mine It's harder to get, I'm serious not playing that's the pay wits The streets have come back, real
chicken tryin' steal from me CNN be that bomb diggy bomb you see Now it's Nore now in the fuckin' driver's seat Yo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back
me I'm too holy You too phony And too bony Tiger Step in with two Tony's With two chrome heats Aimed at your dome-piece It's all til we deceased As long
is he? It's that nigga from Jerz, motherfucker it's K-Mizzy Them motherfuckin' thugs is in the place to be Fuckin' shit up it's T H U G L I N E Got
's and 3's From the Queens parts to layups to the Brooklyn I.N.D's I keep on like TKid, Lionel West a to S.E Top Cat, rockin up tall letters from Philly
a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside the beast, I'm a hot light now It's whatever man think of manifest
bomb out this ghetto Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart Slimmy's
wanna get high with me, let's get high You wanna get inside with me then let's ride I got a AK-47 and a automatic nine My mind's on my money and my money
, that there's more out here So stop limitin' your thoughts, stop reconstructin' your plots It's more than luck it's an art, no more, duckin' from NARC's
shrugged at the driver " J'ai pas de l'argent " " Venez! " A soft voice from the back seat The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door I stooped to look inside
play "A Tear is in My Beer". "So what's the verdict Mister? When's it gonna blow?" I just winked at her and said, "Darlin' I don't know." Time-bomb tickin
