You're calling out And no one pays attention Looks like everything is still the same It's nothing we can change Charity is an illusion No one really
Tradução: Cara a cara. Nadie escucha?.
: You're calling out And no one pays attention Looks like everything is still the same It's nothing we can change Charity is an illusion No one really
end up in the same situation, same shit Different day, just with different gangstas in your face Which- way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement
these we feel closest The good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why [
or make me look fake G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with
mine cuz im tellin Any you niggaz run up again That it aint no pretendin go for sin u gonna git in Boy you betta listen listen listen (Listening to
credibility and make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cuz sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face
your face, even more lethal Written in all Hebrew, fighting to break the spell of Kingu Sent to notify the people blinded in their mental Call me Paul Revere, war is here, listen
: I choke....nope, nah, hold up. Aight, listen....Fucking go!! I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (Nooo!!) Cause I'm sick like a diseased
a gangsta wonderin' if you see this Young black male crack sales got me three strikes Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die, Wonder when we all pass, is anybody
I don't need much and that ain't no lie Ain't runnin' any race Give to me my country pie I won't throw it up in anybody's face Shake me up that old peach
money, money, money, money, money In the face of the crowd Plottin' and now, I don't need no pride to hide Oh wow, oh wow... Mo money, money in the face
me by the hand take me somewhere new I dont know who you are but I'm, I'm with you im looking for a place searching for a face is there anybody
will be no repalcement and them bags of arab money I got stashed in the basement face it... when ever I shine I glisten and when ever I talk you listen
the damn cake Now there's crumbs all over the damn place And she want me to cum all over her damn face I never understood planned parenthood Cause I never