Gun in your hand and God on your side A shot rang out on a London night In a land where justice is a game As dawn breaks over London town Hell 2 pay
Překlad: Obchodní. Hell 2 Pay.
Gun in your hand and God on your side a shot rang out on a London night In a land where justice is a game As dawn breaks over London town Hell 2 pay Revenge
to edit what I'm rasppin' about But I can't write polite my anger just jumps out !! Perpetrators in the business claim their hard as hell Talkin' that
all night just chillin talkin bout what we going name our son, 24/7 hustlin the object to not being broke again,let me get ya whole pay check one time when i couldnt pay
again Hennessy and Don Perignon Frees up a round of Gin Play dice and don't talk shit Not play in business We're not out there playin' with kid [chorus- Big Sound][2
I told ya, Creep, Creep, ya best move Like Luthor Vadros, fuckin' up the west coast I'm right back up in ya when ya nut 1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but
should have a gun for me (ya) And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya) But you should be more afraid of the killa in me [Hook 2
seen a mutha fucker wearing black Following a nigga and shit Ain't this a bitch All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business else where But where? Cause who in the hell
pressure, all opposites survive II Tru put it down, yeah, we gon keep bringin' it 1996 Mo Thugs Ghetto Bluez has got me down foe the the last time[X:2
Financially, we improvin' 2 months later, son, we movin' No more duckin' from shotgun shells Bought a two-story house in east palmdale Give it to me now Palmdale (Hell
a 2-way hoe fo sho She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak She goin' threw your beeper when she know you asleep She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch She wastin
world but it still spins Ya can't do nothin' about it but try to live in it You can't live too large or live too small It's a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still
conversation aint me tryin to twerk And don't text message, me hit me on my 2way Talkin bout lookit man I'm tryin to get a 2way hang it up Whats the
some mo hoe I wanna see how bad you want it Who is this caramel from the A-T-L? You know the business, my dick is hard as hell What you wanna do? Where
keep dancin I'm chancin, grindin winnin, advancin Go it now im gone with a clovo full of hate And when I get to Houston fo show I'm getting paid [2
in the door cause we wanted to escape And forget about the world burning in front of our faces We all paid dues, we all working hard Some fools even had to pay
never seen a muthafucker wearing black Following a nigga and shit, ain't this a bitch All I wanted was some chips, I wanna take my business else where But where? 'Cause who in the hell
