no money to keep this affair afloat And I don't think that it's funny it looks like I've sunk my boat I haven't got no money to keep this affair afloat
Tradução: Sheena Easton. La locura de dinero y la música.
Tradução: Locura. No hay dinero.
[Instrumental]
: Masters are relentless, torture is for slaves Money, greed and power drives you to obey Temperature is rising, shakes me to the core Blood and domination
: [Music/Lyrics: Hansen] Masters are relentless, torture is for slaves Money, greed and power drives you to obey Temperature is rising, shakes me to
pussy; bitches actin' hard I gots no play for the lack of papers For the dope boys, I had the vapors 'Cause they got the hoes for the money they were
Thug livin pay the bills And die violently Closed caskets Expose bastards I leave em bloody Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy
goin nutty And reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money
: [Eat a dick up] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin,
authority ain't even it, rather the vast majority of 'em is too damn incompetent. When is enough gon' be enough, I ask? I know we all tryin to live life free from all the madness
!) We are the thugs Yeah, we be those children (Gotta be that child) We gotta keep on thuggin', that's how we make our livin' (Gotta make my money,
all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see [B-Real] From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across the land of milk and honey, no money to
: (feat. Call O' Da Wild) (Intro) What's up we gonna go down the line baby Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan
: (No War!) Pure dark badness A black cold sadness Falling into Hole of madness dying to Step into the city Breaking out from silence Iron Gods Pouring
: Pure dark badness A black cold sadness Falling into Hole of madness dying to Step into the city breaking out from silence Iron Gods Pouring flaming
token fortune stands in Our way The silent guns of love will blast the sky We broke the ruptured structure built of age Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage Where money
