'm not the one that you are looking for I can't fulfil the things you're longing for Ain't the one that you see So unreal in me Ain't the one to believe
Käännös: Mob Rules. Ei ole sama.
that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin askin me for a pound You ain't invited means you simply ain't
grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase I wanna fuck a fine hoe and candy paint the 88 Don't got no wholesale, 'cause that ain't how I wanna run it Here
one life to live It's fucked up, only had one chance And now I'm takin it See niggas fakin it If a nigga ain't real then his ass ain't makin it Overnight
talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat But when I see you in the streets I got ya get back (Word) It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck
' streets And the same rules apply in this game, don't ever break it Ain't my muthafuckin' luck I'm all alone at the crack And you niggas don't wanna
see double Remember you can't sell bubble So here it is fool, I play the game where its no rules Givin' you lessons from the old school You don't get
Vegas Hoe And you know we the one to get the function bumpin No shit we the clique bullshit ain't nothin See you fuckin with some fools niggas with no rules
't give A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the tay-low Bay area playa, tryin' ta have shit major And a bitch won't save ya So I ain't playin'
Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas
If you can't, get your ass outta the kitchen I'ma blast up out my mission, nigga can't stand all of this trippin' Time is tickin', it ain't waitin' on
He's the neighborhood bully Well he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized Old women condemned him, said, "He should apologize" Then he destroyed a bomb factory, ain't
y'all can't look in the mirrors But don't worry I see s*** a lil' clearer Go ahead and act funny, but you ain't stackin' money And therefore, we ain't
that shit I know he ain't down with your team Who? Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin? That nigga ain't fuckin
, I ain't tryna make ya dance Roll so low, I don't need no friends Still flip that 'Lac, I don't need no Benz And Harlem throwing money, I don't need
Everybody ready nigga don't jump stupid Niggas talk shit but I betcha they won't do it Got a gat up in my trunk I ain't neva scared to use it You know
doubt about it Yeah, yeah, I ain't thru, I ain't thru, I ain't thru Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda Leary Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't wanna
