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Vertaling: Aanvaar. Dead On!.
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niggas that plot Them zero niggas get got And never get a chance to bust shot Curled up in a knot then forgot on the spot Then I'm on the run wit a
Blood letting weapons of death Stop your breath, if you trip on the click A hot thump to your chest and your back just rips You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts
[Lil Wayne] Too many women, and not enough time Im a cool cat, but im on life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar
And you who accept, in your soul and your head What was misunderstood, what was thought of with dread A new self is born, the other self dead I accept
no way we're gonna slow it down. You say, "We've got to treasure each moment." Who knows how long we're gonna be around? Yeah, you keep on telling me
, Can I be honest? Honestly, Modesty wasn't ever in my policy, Apology accepted, you aint say it? Shoulda said it, As soon as I did, all the Bullshit was deaded
more Hovering my pulse was racing, stale tobacco my lips tasting Scotch sitting upon my basin, remnants of the night before Came again infernal tapping on
I imagine a dream In which I'm a soldier And I'm walking On the faces Of dead women And everyone I've Left behind me It's the year when The troops entered
called ?al fresco? When a kid came along to offer a hand But before she had time to accept it Hits her over the head, doesn't care if she's dead ?Cause
All our days are numbered Some live on borrowed time But life is what you make it Thank God I was so inclined To accept my Lord and Savior When the good
coke Started tweakin' and broke into the people's house next door Shot a nigga for smoking rocks on my mom back porch Damn near graduated and got on that
it might earn respect But the OPD found it hard to accept I got jacked by the [unverified] Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight Put the handcuffs on
