i died and came back Would god still make a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that who can come and
if i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and
Vertimas: Young Buck. Mirė ir grįžo.
i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and
me on the run And they hate me more now than they ever did before My homies came back from pen and we all worked together True friends but every once and
streets and the courts There's stress and strain tryin' to maintain When you're poor workin' odd jobs for small change You either rap, rob, girls slob knobs And
your asshole Droppin' it in the back the fuckin' niggas with a damn pole And that nigga Prod, he's a gangsta I know the game bro and I could be a fuckin
for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us The willpower and the reflexes of Larry Davis You don't wanna see my block formin' That's a hundred and one dawgs And
of hallucinogens, me her and her friends Now the venom in my snake, wanna poison Come in with a brother and the boys and Make sure you don't forget to bring the toys and
' and puffin' till I pass out (Ahh) This gangsta shit is for all my youngs who flip birds And hug the block In club they pop cris and twist the bud,
of the last of his breed And wasn't about to be tamed From Idaho a young cowboy came To ride in the big rodeo The young cowboy's name was Billy McClain And
Came back from the dead to address the beef Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak Thats when I go bishop and
(Chorus) I told you not to fuck with my gangsta, I swear to God I told him Mase, prayin on my downfall since I came up Young Buck, Olivia ain't safe i
Some died, live in the action A live general when he walk, if he died, then we slide Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the child [Chorus] [Inspectah
me Came back from the dead to address the beef Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak Thats when I go bishop and
