of me, let go of me now Who is that, who is that, who is that? Who's that playin' a sonata? And who's that mimicin' my nerves? Who's that actin' like
Vertaling: Squeeze. Wie is dit?.
rapper - and I'm thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming -- even though you say it's not specifically about her -- that Roman's
(uh-huh) Walk butt-naked (what) talk, speech slurred (that's right) Necks get squeezed and I can't breathe (come on) Stop then SWITCH; next, get me (that's
is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's
lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's
Thomas] Oh I thought we had forever, now it's gone It's time to carry on I thought that you made me happy But it's this thing that's come between us
now, one shot deal Keep it tight, and this is how we steal It's that real, it's that new How we come thru Mr. Sexy keep hot with us Let's go get it,
Chorus You see .. in my 87 jeans That's nothing Got the mother fucker on six That's nothing .. mother fuckers don't like it do something The only way
to keep ya eyes on Yo who the don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to
's true colors Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others In this cold world - the war that's controlled by the trigger Revelation or the scripture got to be that
prob nigga, you think your rep's bigger? Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the trigger 'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no joke My favorite
you're laughin', thinkin' that you got away I don't give a fuck, I won't sleep Till one of us lays me and my nigga That's the fear of these triggers
I rap about the life that the city streets gave me Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the rollin' 60's
about my girl who's at sleep at home? But before I could lock in on that thought She broke out with a new men's watch that she had bought She put it
flinch Ghetto n-gga get rich, what you think I'ma get? We got that pump in that chopper, we got the tech in that sweeper We got that Ruger that Mac,
Nicki Minaj Talking] Roman's Revenge, um, you know, she just really jumped out the window and you gotta be careful when you pick fights and that's what
aint got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that