the box I just want the strong one Not the one who counts and talks And if you roll the sleeves up on your shirt I'll take you at your word Doc's flicking at
번역: 승산. 당신의 말을.
did come. Yeah, tomorrow?s here Ohhh! Yea, look at me now! That?s right I?m happy baby Lets celebrate Hook: Stand up now Hands up now Look at me baby
this cash flow Uptown gangsta, viet hustla Third wall general, Young Cash Money [Brisco] Before I leave home, I kiss my babies hope I return safetly, knowin the odds
at me Against all odds, though life is hard, we carry on Living in the projects, broke, with no lights on To all the G's that follow me, protect your
the devil had planned it Rape then pillage everyone on the planet Then give 'em fake gods at odds with Allah Love thy enemy and all that hooplah Hear close to the words
your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss counting money stacks, your's counter-fitted I made my money back, when your accountant didn't went against the odds
smash hit Wit my Uncle Run, boy Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin' plates At churches and shit like that? He's spittin' flames right now, baby He at
your stereo Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant I'm gettin it Money, fast car, fine broads, what I'm hittin it (that's right) Raw shit i'm spittin it At you and yours
(KIM overwhelmed at the prospect of finally being reunited with CHRIS, recalls the horrifying moments when they were seperated during The Fall of Saigon
feel it in the air I can hear it in your voice I can feel it in the air I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at hammers Ready to go bananas
's all they will ever show So the ones in the west Will never move east And feel like they could be at home Dem get tricked by the beast But a where dem
it, until you get a million yourself You niggaz must've got a deal for your health Your CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf I spend big, at
I am your darkest hour I am your fall from power I am the voice you dread and I'm Screaming out inside your head I am the final count I am your demons
a great one The Boulevard lord, shorts, never take none Another funky rapper from around the way Leavin' bodies at a party 'cause somebody gotta pay Boy, you been told, put your
play me not, say we not remote at all Roger that, scholars back, solid black, go God Gobble Gats, go hard, condom snapped, so raw Pompous asshole, flash flow, turn your
vices and I knew no sins I knew the words but they didn't sink in Stayed out those tunnels that pull people down There's more of those tunnels in your
