Before I Go 歌词
| 歌曲 | Before I Go |
| 歌手 | Bizzy Bone |
| 专辑 | Bizzy Bone Presents Double R |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Before i go | |
| Before i go | |
| Momma momma, i know i sellin?this marijuana. god, i do what i wanna, but, | |
| God, they won give me a job. i scream and i holla, and even tried to stop the cops, blocked my getaway (can stop me.) i know i sellin?chop chops, god, when they send me away, on these hill | |
| Waitin?for drama, ause i skinny. the streets may be hideous, but the heat was pretty. pitty, many died, city-wide, where we ride, out to the nitty gritty, slide thru the system of lies. stri | |
| Of my pride, i don think ia make it alive. ause if i do, il be institutionalized, thugged out ever since pac died. i know what thugs is all about, make a suckaphice for christ. these mot | |
| Kas never could kill me twice ... and crackpipes on the playground...playground...playground...playground...playground | |
| Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell naw! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god. | |
| As i sit in this jail cell, hell, readin?the mail mama sent to me, i can tell she gettin?weary. where my daddy at? i don give a fuck! nigga, don call me when this money stacks, duckin?the ki | |
| Everyday! where the love at? bone thugs, brand new. i always been with god, but is god withoo? i keep hearin? these voices, heaven or hell are my choices, and sinister poinsens on my soul and | |
| Ssey was the ointment (hennessey!) satan still the enemy, never been no friend of me, especially in the fast lane. i can pretend to be an angel when i only a servant, constant in service t | |
| One and only, undisputed with common certousy. none of yll could have been worse than me. i sold thangs that i ain proud of, i won even mention the power. see, the hour gettin? nearer, | |
| F i died today, i died a happy man. god bless the family! | |
| Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell nah! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god. | |
| Damn, nobody sent me twenty dollars, and my baby mama scared to kiss me, you don miss me. i don blame her, i may be the b. family keep on dissin?me, and got a letter, i hopin?to die qu | |
| . hopin?to die swiftly. ia take all of these niggas with me. they keep on temptin?me, and the warden wonder why i don cry, ause they sentenced me five hundred and twenty years, what the fu | |
| Five mo? what am i here fo? ause i was blastin?at the five-0. little brother been blowin?up, my niggas growin?up. throwin?up gang signs, and i was prayin?at the same time. i tell m slow it | |
| Ell nah! then don you wind up in this hellhole. if i could do it all again, but now, i becomming a man! learnin?in prison, all these criminals, yll don know how the fuck they livin? but | |
| givin?up, readin?the bible everyday, and only god can save me, il be brave! | |
| Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell naw! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god |
| Before i go | |
| Before i go | |
| Momma momma, i know i sellin? this marijuana. god, i do what i wanna, but, | |
| God, they won give me a job. i scream and i holla, and even tried to stop the cops, blocked my getaway can stop me. i know i sellin? chop chops, god, when they send me away, on these hill | |
| Waitin? for drama, ause i skinny. the streets may be hideous, but the heat was pretty. pitty, many died, citywide, where we ride, out to the nitty gritty, slide thru the system of lies. stri | |
| Of my pride, i don think i a make it alive. ause if i do, i l be institutionalized, thugged out ever since pac died. i know what thugs is all about, make a suckaphice for christ. these mot | |
| Kas never could kill me twice ... and crackpipes on the playground... playground... playground... playground... playground | |
| Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell naw! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god. | |
| As i sit in this jail cell, hell, readin? the mail mama sent to me, i can tell she gettin? weary. where my daddy at? i don give a fuck! nigga, don call me when this money stacks, duckin? the ki | |
| Everyday! where the love at? bone thugs, brand new. i always been with god, but is god wit hoo? i keep hearin? these voices, heaven or hell are my choices, and sinister poinsens on my soul and | |
| Ssey was the ointment hennessey! satan still the enemy, never been no friend of me, especially in the fast lane. i can pretend to be an angel when i only a servant, constant in service t | |
| One and only, undisputed with common certousy. none of y ll could have been worse than me. i sold thangs that i ain proud of, i won even mention the power. see, the hour gettin? nearer, | |
| F i died today, i died a happy man. god bless the family! | |
| Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell nah! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god. | |
| Damn, nobody sent me twenty dollars, and my baby mama scared to kiss me, you don miss me. i don blame her, i may be the b. family keep on dissin? me, and got a letter, i hopin? to die qu | |
| . hopin? to die swiftly. i a take all of these niggas with me. they keep on temptin? me, and the warden wonder why i don cry, ause they sentenced me five hundred and twenty years, what the fu | |
| Five mo? what am i here fo? ause i was blastin? at the five0. little brother been blowin? up, my niggas growin? up. throwin? up gang signs, and i was prayin? at the same time. i tell m slow it | |
| Ell nah! then don you wind up in this hellhole. if i could do it all again, but now, i becomming a man! learnin? in prison, all these criminals, y ll don know how the fuck they livin? but | |
| givin? up, readin? the bible everyday, and only god can save me, i l be brave! | |
| Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell naw! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god |
| Before i go | |
| Before i go | |
| Momma momma, i know i sellin? this marijuana. god, i do what i wanna, but, | |
| God, they won give me a job. i scream and i holla, and even tried to stop the cops, blocked my getaway can stop me. i know i sellin? chop chops, god, when they send me away, on these hill | |
| Waitin? for drama, ause i skinny. the streets may be hideous, but the heat was pretty. pitty, many died, citywide, where we ride, out to the nitty gritty, slide thru the system of lies. stri | |
| Of my pride, i don think i a make it alive. ause if i do, i l be institutionalized, thugged out ever since pac died. i know what thugs is all about, make a suckaphice for christ. these mot | |
| Kas never could kill me twice ... and crackpipes on the playground... playground... playground... playground... playground | |
| Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell naw! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god. | |
| As i sit in this jail cell, hell, readin? the mail mama sent to me, i can tell she gettin? weary. where my daddy at? i don give a fuck! nigga, don call me when this money stacks, duckin? the ki | |
| Everyday! where the love at? bone thugs, brand new. i always been with god, but is god wit hoo? i keep hearin? these voices, heaven or hell are my choices, and sinister poinsens on my soul and | |
| Ssey was the ointment hennessey! satan still the enemy, never been no friend of me, especially in the fast lane. i can pretend to be an angel when i only a servant, constant in service t | |
| One and only, undisputed with common certousy. none of y ll could have been worse than me. i sold thangs that i ain proud of, i won even mention the power. see, the hour gettin? nearer, | |
| F i died today, i died a happy man. god bless the family! | |
| Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell nah! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god. | |
| Damn, nobody sent me twenty dollars, and my baby mama scared to kiss me, you don miss me. i don blame her, i may be the b. family keep on dissin? me, and got a letter, i hopin? to die qu | |
| . hopin? to die swiftly. i a take all of these niggas with me. they keep on temptin? me, and the warden wonder why i don cry, ause they sentenced me five hundred and twenty years, what the fu | |
| Five mo? what am i here fo? ause i was blastin? at the five0. little brother been blowin? up, my niggas growin? up. throwin? up gang signs, and i was prayin? at the same time. i tell m slow it | |
| Ell nah! then don you wind up in this hellhole. if i could do it all again, but now, i becomming a man! learnin? in prison, all these criminals, y ll don know how the fuck they livin? but | |
| givin? up, readin? the bible everyday, and only god can save me, i l be brave! | |
| Before i go ... now, before i go to jail, dog, hell naw! don let m put me in the cell, lord. praise god |
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