and the passing time My death is like a [incomprehensible] truth at the funeral of my youth Let's laugh at that and the passing time My death is like
door There is you My death waits beneath my pillow To catch my sleep in endless tableau So lets freeze The passing time My death waits to allow my
翻訳: ペーパーチェイス. 私の死.
There is you My death waits beneath my pillow To catch my sleep in endless tableau So lets freeze The passing time My death waits to allow my
my back pocket The Conaseg lookin' like a speeder rocket Yeah, I'm zoomin' on the highway And you should love me, I did it my way My pocket all swoll', my
Va Cats for real California yo My Miami niggas My real New York niggas Jamaica P All my live niggas all my cuban link niggas Raekwon, big Daddy-O, big
picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothing You don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money Paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'
account when you start the climbin' And blindly got you on a major chase for paper And now you got your eyes on my vault tryin' to take my paper The
keep my ears to the street 'cause that's my job But even the streets can steer you wrong I'm walkin' with one man above me Nuttin' on my waist, but if
I rolled you up like my rizla Cut you up, with my sisters You wanna get us yeah, the venom splitters Your style's trash, don't litter You got the jitters
I stood on southern through texas and got my share And my nina on my waist, dope up in my jaw One eye for them fiends, one eye for that law Niggaz crooks as niggaz soft, so my
I'm [unverified] gun under my fur Ma what you prefer? His and hers [unverified] and villas, dope dealers and killers Who keep it real-a, chase paper
chase this mail Tormented Rollers try to get it not the jingle but the fold up Stackin' papers and the coppers can't control us Chasin' relish 'til my
help! Servin cane and the tears'll flow down my face Hard not to frown around this place My homey just went down for eight My other one just got found
to know every dog on a day got a chance to bring got a chain for the best clothes I wanna die my best slow and even in my death glow lets have a prayer
a motherfuckin' paperchase Verse 2: You see my nice mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo With open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase
Deadly decisions is what I'm bringin' Be's the problem solver when my revolver starts singin' A thin line between life and death you're stuck When my
my telephone, ring my telephone If it's major, hit me on my pager Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it Ring my telephone, ring my telephone Ring my telephone
