my chest, telesales made me a man. and everything was going to be ok, but the making of the man was the breaking of the back upon the rock of everyday
Tradução: Millones de muertos. Rompiendo El Regreso.
, tele-sales made me a man.(x2) And everything was going to be ok, but the making of the man was the breaking of the back upon the rock of everyday hostility
ain't got shit on me The way I ball, the fuckin owner should come sit on me Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio
Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete I guess you could say Mya got the best of me Came back from the dead
my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn) 24 loren hearts on dat 06 rover Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn) Let the sun roof back and i keep on coastin
: I'll take a million lies. I'll forget a million deaths. I continued to lie. Still holding my breath I take it back. Take this bullet and end this all
under brush Through old majestic growth To defend itself the forest will come to life Encroachment against humanity, running root breaking stone Rise up feed off the dead
Streets Deciple slide-in me Status reports the badest you caught Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I cant stay away like Too $hort I gots ta break a bastards back
cat, go get a mask and a gat Snatch a nigga wife, and make her tell ya where them bitches at Mafia style, break the code and I'ma break your back Straight
sleep When you eat They're always there Looking to bury the living And bring life to the dead, to the dead One hundred years of waiting Thirty six thousand days Fifty two million
murda man I'ma come back to serve the game break em on down and hurt em man I never give no mercy mercy after thirty five million still thirsty thirsty
ass to be shittin Hollis Ave. historical, Nigga respect tradition Cause all I see is bloodshed and niggaz wanna see me dead Inherit dis style is sumtin like a million
I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician and flatten composition A pain, I'm like Saddam Hussein Still alive lookin at his dead children
back That's my word nigga [B.I.G.] Get the fuck outta here Better watch your motherfuckin abck [B.I.G.] Watch my back? WORD? I'm gonna get Biggie, I
