Rich world, poor world Everyday it?s gettin? modified Rich world, poor world Aren?t you glad you?re on the western side? Individual luxury just might
Tradução: Adivina quién. Ricos del mundo - Pobres del Mundo.
never win at sh-t Me knowing this, why should the verses I have laid Be more important to me than the persons i have raised I guess I'm saying that to
Their way I braved Their cause to guide, for little pay I ravaged at my finance just for Those Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility Those who said a new world
: Your family?s rich and you feelin? poor Conscious like a nerve long gone sore In a world of margueritas and computer games Guess it?s enough to put
doctors Rappers wearing hundred thousand dollar wrist watches Little kids starving, the police killed his father Rich man, poor man, civilized man, Tarzan Who
lounge, And i guess i'm a charter member, you could say. Since love has turned me down, Nothing to do but hang around And listen to all the fools who
on all photos all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters now when you?re a star when you?ve reached this far and the world really knows who
my kids never win at shit Me knowing this, why should the verses I've laid Be more important to me than the persons I've raised? I guess I'm saying
the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggaz know the deal) Niggaz know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game, uhh, what, what Out of this world
day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens my life's prom night and guess who's the
There's so much hate in the world we're fightin' What are we fightin' for? When the rich keep gettin' richer And the poor keep gettin' ignored, Lord Sometimes I think the whole world
motherfuckers Niggaz know the deal Niggaz know who the Don is Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one Peep game uhh what what Verse One: Puff Daddy Out of this world
all I say to myself is it's a mad, mad world [Talking] [Jumpsteady] It's a mad, mad world whether you're poor or rich Because you're livin with the probs
nigga what? Pick up your guns, now what the fuck I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough I'm even gon' be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed
't enough If I can't trust my own government, who can I trust? If I abuse myself daily, who can I love? Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure
As I'm watching the world turn, I go nuts, get sick to my stomach and throw up, this that flow up, economy slow up, poor people die while the rich get
They used to let me play with her awhile this rich man's daughter with a pretty smile But I was just a poor man's ragged child and living on the wrong
