for cash Any job that you want done, Phone me up cos I'm the one Electrical, plumbing, woodwork too I'll do the job that's right for you Well, that's the way to do it
for cash Any job that you want done, Phone me up cos Im the one Electrical, plumbing, woodwork too I'll do the job that's right for you Well, that's the way to do it
Tradução: Locura. Eso es el camino para hacer esto.
The final curtain's far from here 'cause now it's time One chance to be free There's only one way to be me Everything and all I want And that's how it
a superstar yeah, what's the aim and what's the plan please just leave again Set me free, yeah I wanna live it up and let me be all that I wanna be cause
will somebody appear, But then it's too late to return to stay, No single person can change the truth, We have to move forward and do it side by side
feeds on the sunlight stealing its power Gloating his madness in our darkest hour Why do you say these things, when you know I will kill you for it?
Indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history. Who were the homestead wives? Who were the gold rush brides? Does anybody know? Do
a platinum, y'know what I'm sayin'? Fuck- niggas always talk that fuck-shit, sayin' that Mixx ain't legit. For the niggas that ain't with it, you can
Yo a motherfucking army Do it to them Do it to them They love the way we do it to them We do it to them Calvary [Verse 1: Tupac] Suppress the
that nigga that nigga ain't really down rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go
saved me That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losin it So fuck it! Take me I'm doin it! I need to change and look for a better way
My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn'ta did it
twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang, that'
for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets It's like a madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me A little rough with
way I can steal it Any way you can deal it to me You know the pleasure's all mine You gotta love it You better own it You gotta love it And God knows it
