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Tradução: Lucky 7. La cara del mundo.
I try to get back on my feet again. Hey, it's another place in time. Just another hill that I can't climb. Hey, I don't want to face the world. So get
the same thing 'cause less creating. Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss
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
victim, see we ain't just suspect here We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here My hood [Chorus] [Verse 5: Lucky Luciano] Came to wreck
money, in the face of the crowd Plottin now, I don't need no pride to hide, oh wow, oh wow Mo' money money, in the face of the crowd Plottin now, I don
ok dont worry daddys going to be home soon (thinking bout my baby girl) x2 1st verse thinking bout my baby girl growing up byherself in a shady world
Chorus 7X: sample Soon as the bass kick [Shyheim] There's a party goin on 5c-75 Everyone's gonna be there I bet it be live Ran home mad quick jumped
. Life in the middle is never what it could be. Empty faces mirror mine. So come with me we???l drive straight through the night. We???l leave this world
, got an eye on every move I make open your face to info you ain't know 'Cuz it's kept low how the new world plan Reeks the planet without the black man
Dirty motherfuckers. You probably think I got the world at my hands, but really dog I got the world on my shoulders! When I look at your son I see your face
, 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
Houston Texas...7-1-3 Peace to the whole underground.. Its the young Don, CMG representin.. Lucky.. My boy Filero.. R.I.P to Dj Screw!!! [Lucky talking
it's no prints he hold the mic with a mic glove and rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love like on top of the world loser keep it gully rap creeps
hood, got an eye on every move I make open your face to info you aint know Cause it's kept low how the new world plan Reeks the planet without the black
