di un giorno.. Se tanti passi non faro se troppi amori sbagliero se li perdero mi ritrovero all'inizio di un giorno.. (Matteo) Oggi resto in uno stato d
riesumo i miei ricordi come resti che marciscono Li degusto con stile Somelie il meglio c'e il peggio c'e coctail di una vita shekerato per me C'e
chiuderla cosi tra 2 mura La notte buia La strada scura E nuovi gatti con me All?avventura C?erano il kata,shen,il kriss, la 4d I miei fratelli criminali
un pianto ma il cuore che mi batte in petto al mio tempo. E non sopporto di andare a comando lancio piccole pietre dentro al varco che ingoia cancella
's like the fundamentals In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no Damn, c
the motherfuckin world, nigga Recognize this [Time Bomb] Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag G'd
lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'al America's most wanted, for sho' In a black Lo-Lo, with tinted windows I'm just cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Checking
-unit boots on, so you can get stump (stump) Or you can quit playing, and c'mon and get crunk'd (get crunk'd) yeah! Rompe, rompe, rompe, let me out
you sorry Trust me, didn't cry when they dropped me Can they stop me? Tryna sell 4 million copies If I wasn't spitting it'd be prison or death This
(to the west coast) To motherfuckin kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas (houston) To new orleans (austin, texas) to muthafuckin miami (d.c.) to Cinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c
nigga *B-O-Z* much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me? and my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga this DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E you know where I'm at
sorry Trust me Didn't cry when they dropped me (Nah) Can they stop me? Tryna sell 4 million copies If I wasn't spitting it'd be prison or death This rap
for me to fall in To a funky beat to make you have a ball and Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump C'mon don't be a chump, I see
armadas Son los ejemplos obtenidos creciendo entre balas Tres guerrilleros tres leyendas mismo territorio C-4 el pecador y el dyablo causando el insomnio El dyablo c-4
Errr] Faggot nigga I slide through Any hood representin' my set, generation is new But I wear this tech like a vest Spit and tear up ya vest D-A double D
Chorus 4X {Jeru The Damaja This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto Trying to be like Pablo, DeNiro, Al Pacino You be all right until
