I have son ridin shotgun My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10 My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know
fight fire with fire, sneakin' through lines with mine Tote A.K.'s and 9's, if you try me fuck nigga you dying Like the cops and robbers, coming cocked I'm
't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second And my hearts so cold and I don't trust a soul It's funny how the
F-M-S-T-A-T-I-C That's the way we do it when we do it correctly F-M-S-T-A-T-I-C That's the way we do it when we do it correct F-M-S-T-A-T-I-C That's
a key Who's tha muthaphucka? I'm tha muthaphucka Who's tha muthaphucka? I'm tha muthaphucka Who's tha muthaphucka? I'm tha muthaphucka Who's tha muthaphucka? I'm
(Cseh Tamas - Beremenyi Geza) Egy hofeher ejszakan Fjodor Mihajlovics Petervarott megall, mogotte senki sincs csak egyvalaki, s mert sejti hogy ki, hatra
knyveket rhatja meg. Amde most figyeljen, Btyuska!" "Mert e nagy mvekben kromolja majd rgenvolt trsait, kikkel most sszetart, s a cr ellen itt sszeeskszik." "s
a lot like me You're an S.M.F. You're an S.M.F. You're an S.M.F. You're an S.M.F. Caught up in their worries And tomorrow's dream Missing all the living
self, I have son ridin shotgun My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10 My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz
Miami Branche sur la F.M. qui S'est specialisee funky La belle vie l'ami La vie en Floride a Miami Branche sur la F.M. qui S'est specialisee funky La
my pants matching my brand Brand matching the band and the band matching the benz homie And when I'm creeping, I'm sneakin a bitch from France I'm
M Uh, no friends, J-M I lead a Black Jack Uh, no friends, J-M Uh, the snakes No friends, J-M, uh No friends, J-M, uh Uh, No friends J-M
the highway I'm always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti Ya boy on the grind like it's Friday to friday A nigga like me cherish days like I'm Sade No time
breath short like its bestis Should've had your mama sayin "lord mama child loved'em" They say i'm losin weight boy whats wrong wit you I'm hungry and i'm
s.m.f. You're an s.m.f. You're an s.m.f. You're an s.-m.-f. Caught up in their worries and tomorrow's dream missing all the living milk without the cream
F-M-S-T-A-T-I-C That's the way we do it when we do it correctly F-M-S-T-A-T-I-C That's the way we do it when we do it correct F-M-S-T-A-T-I-C That's the
[Music - Eder, Krawczak, Pell, Yildiral] [Instrumental]
Vertimas: Black Label Society. SDMF.
