I been flying almost every night. I been ready to burn and I been living to die. SO take a look, take a look in my eyes: Cause I got no remorse for
Prijevod: Krv za Krv. City Boy.
hell I been flying almost every night. I been ready to burn and I been living to die. SO take a look, take a look in my eyes: Cause I got no remorse for
getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money [Fabolous] I put footprints in them couches I put so much in my two step Put on for my city
runnin' from you, from you, from you Does it hurt when ya smile? You're a kill joy, bad boy Sippin' all your blood to the world Just pretend for a
Every city foot scene gets scrilla with 'em Kid shortchange the dealer The game be gorilla Ain't nothing illa AKA 800 toll free aside I rose to be a Bad Boy
And then they gave my girl, ten years for hangin' out with a crook She played the game herself, fast lane quick wealth No respect for the law or the city
That's why me and Lil' Jazz 'bout to spaz, can you keep up? I'm just feeling sorry for whoever gotta sweep up Yeah, bills everywhere, trill everything And Drake just stand for
1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town Stagger Lee met Billy DeLions and he blew that poor boy down Do you know what he shot him for? What do you
cucci for a goon hoe bullet in you boys memory, now u act like u dont know east side who i do it for, eagle street right by the store katrina wiped the city
, chill. Then makin' it real, to the pop on my slug for love, I'm gonna feed you with B.G. Knocc Out drop these bullets in a grill for tha skill. Motha
for these Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch Sue these stupid muthafuckas Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus 'Cause the niggas be down for
down, Nigga show some love, ain?t no hoes in ta us We can swing the bus, we can share some blood, Blood blood, blood-blood-blood-blood, blood, Let a nigga
the only one for me She won't never leave me guessing Always let me know the deal You know that ghetto love Is always on the real She got inner city struggles And her blood
to ride or die for every nigga I fool with this O.G nigga show me loved but never let me in his house or intoduced me to his blood... I asked him why
life this ain't a job, Audemare and Shapor, Just symbolize I go hard, Navy on navy Camaro I did it all for the Yankees, Did it all for New York and this
me 'bout your blood bamboo kid It ain't Coca Cola, it's rice Go straight to hell, boy Go straight to hell, boy Go straight to hell, boy Go straight
thing. same clothes for days. same spot for months. 2 AKs and a box of blunts. If money you want then it's money you get. hangout wit the bloods then
