s your spirit? When you call on me to jump in I'm no hero Is this the one bothering you? Oh the lead is on Now more than ever Bridged by alcohol Now
Tradução: Otro día de finales. El plomo es El.
super stardom All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest. Now the hip-hop police, the villains is watching And kids think beef is the only
fame, and super stardom All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest. Now the hip-hop police, the villains is watching And kids think beef is
: Yea I turned 21 in prison locked up at night Now I walk around free seems like another life Another roll with some other dice Another ho or a loving
Past Is Gone The Future Yet Unborn But Right Here And Now Is Where It All Goes On I Know We Can Fix It And It's Not Too Late I Give Respect To King And
the good life, good life, good life (Livin' the good life baby) [Hook] Young quick see (Come on, come on) Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg) When I turn the radio on
life, good life, good life (Livin' the good life baby) [Hook] Young quick see (Come on, come on) Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg) When I turn the radio on
From dusk to dawn equip the mic on my palm I bring the love so you can get it on Got the books on lock, mother of hip hop For realla, come under from
where I always be trippin' And never will I get caught slippin' I'm sippin' on this bottle Smashin' on the throttle When I catch you out of luck It's
another day, And it feels like you're still running late 'Cuz the times are gonna change, And you're stuck in your old mentality You can try to lead
a rob with the ten ten corpses dead with torches to the night into they brain them pray day always so we buried them bitches on amother day no heavin
out ?bro? guess what we need is yet another clown who can feed our breed with another look and hooker hook now when ?bitch? is mundane you take the lead
: [PART I: The Mundane World] [lead: Maglio] Day by day we follow our routines Not much changes in our lives With every dawn another sunrise A never
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
up, I get down. In charge of who is there in charge of me. Do I look on blindly and say I see the way? The truth is written all along the page. How old
is be like them white folks invest that shit instead niggas clownin' on the red carpet showing my neice that a million on the neck is the hot shit is