Letras:
8

: Aham sarvasya prabhavo mattah sarvam pravartate iti matva bhajante mam budha bhava-samanvitah ( I am the source of all spiritual and material worlds

niggas die? Tell Mama don't cry. Even when they kill me, They can never take the game from a young G. I'm st8 ballin'! St8 ballin'! Still on parole

to make your gaze elliptical got a ways to go, the future's so cryptical and I'm glad just another many things we've had It's 8:16 A.M. will you wake

: Komm in den Wald, komm betrete mein Revier, ich verfolge dich auf Schritt und tritt zeige dir in dieser Nacht noch, was Angst ist, als ich deine Hand

: Hey big fat ass you ain't got no class I know what i'm saying I'm a real deal badassed white trash I've done my praying We'd better fix now the business

: [Talking In The Background] Uh The streets of my city be gritty Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never show no pity Many die on streets of concrete

: [Chorus] A man would die a thousand times Before he reach one with soul The one he beathes will be his last breath Or does any one ever known He died

: (feat. MJG) [EightBall] Let it loose Mature content Here we come again bitch, in your mothafuckin' face EightBall and M-J-fuckin'-G rippin' up the

: Come and sense better tell you to grind and hustle Hit the streets like a mad, use your mind and muscle We be all about the cream, living space age