I'll never look back I said, "Don't look back, let it fade and let it go Don't look back, let it fade and let it go" I said, "Don't look back, let it
Översättning: Cutting Crew. Don't Look Back.
You ain't that tough now Don't make your life end Come with it You ain't that tough now Choose the right friends You ain't that tough now Don't make
please don't ever let the fame change you They say I'm so different but it ain't true Still got the same girl, roll with the same crew I'm just doing
me Think you know me nigga Nigga you don't know me Nigga you don't know You don't know nothing bout me You gon' find what you wasn't looking for Chorus
sometimes the good fight don't seem fair Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't here They gone now, we all on our own now And most of those left ain't
with his best friend His best friend's a playa that's the reason he's pissed Plus he treat her like she don't even exist He ain't tryna hate on his
and give it back to the rich Driving on the sidewalk, fuck the road, bitch! (Look out!) Jack moves, nice and smooth, put your hands in the air, don't
represent don't fuck with me 'cause you can't repent What you say will come back to you If you doubt me just test my crew Don't break my trust 'cause
Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none In the light never see a nigga like me, things collide inside Open
the den with the lions too many good friends i lost they say it's a price you pay so don't try to force my hand i can't give any more. we'll cut every
berettas and better Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland weather gear Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don't play for hiccups You won't need
didn't know It's 50 niggas behind these closed doors So don't lose your grip, don't run your lip These niggas pull them thangs And they can't know worth
don't bother me All my homies come follow me If you my dog, then you won't bother me Hey whodi, playas gone play [C-Murder] Now don't stop (ya dig)
un alone - caused we was crewed up Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting chewed up [Verse 2 - St. Paul Slim] Now I don't know about y'all, but
vets flash back [Celph Titled] Yo, I rip the head off niggas that try to oppose And I don't like to talk to hoes Unless they don't where clothes Any
rapper's freak That's an everyday occurrence, while you looking like a tourist You get jacked in LA, ante up in Brownsville The town's still looking
