baby now Don't tell me I lose my feeling Don't tell me I care for you Don't tell me I make up blue Don't tell me I love my baby now Don't tell me I
Översättning: Blue System. Säg inte.
told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell Can't explain the way I felt Too many years I seen my brothers die And I can't say that
more telling me lies I only want cheers and heartfelt goodbyes My death march is here, tell me who's gonna ride (Ride with me, ride with me, ride) Hold me
off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up
the block, sellin weed again My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn't listen Got locked up, now I'm all in the system, listen Rock rock on
the crazy life Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like But a son know my Pop's didn't raise me right When Hennedy don't pay me right No baby
Bun helped me keep it real and watch it take me far My money don't fold, this money here I ain't make it for no hoes, I ain't get this off of shows Count
the street shinin, ballin Hollerin at broads, hollerin at dudes on the cool That's why niggaz don't go to church now It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin
of hate just ain't the size and shape You can walk don't the block and get slumped or knocked It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop Dig it, this
style But choose wise, don't bother with the knucklehead That can't teach you shit And never ever think you gotta tolerate a man that's gonna beat you, kid But please, don't
streets they shootin' Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story Picture me, a product of the zone three Scareless, don't
on the scene and smoke a Phillie, G I really dream of gettin' mine now let me tell you what's silly Me, buckin' with my team is murder one I heard a
in your suburbs I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd I don't give a fuck where you're from boy So don't tell me 'cause I don't give a
, watch the earrings jingle Grab a cutie rub-a-dub 'til it tingle But you wanna single me out, but I ain't did that Check me, I ain't strapped, pull
all my friends do it But I said no 'cause I don't want my nose to grow They started tripping on me, busting and flipping on me So I had to front and say
four, see me on the news Erase your message walk streets with my cellular phone Address you wonder, don't try to catch me home alone Up seven o'clock
Hook: Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know
