my command I'm breakin' loose, Ain't no use holdin' me down Hold..stick around But baby remember It's my life and I'll do what I want It's my mind and
Tradução: La Policía. It's My Life.
them put u down She says : how shall i work it out I got so much things to worry about I ain't got no time for myself No time fe live my life Cooking
these things But it's the reason why I sing my song It's why I sing my song It's why I sing my song It's why I sing my song My song My song My song
go off like a Shite bomb And All ya'll see I'm on my War paint on my face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let
IN WAR Fire constantly burn...IN WAR RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED! [Marcus Garvey dialogue 2] If you cannot do it, if you are not prepared to do it
gangster life Your in 2 deep And a run off you beak And you thing go breach and bad man go see it Your in 2 deep Then if a one police Find you with yuh
the flow it can be sickening Only a few are chosen for the reckoning It's Rastafari's world that unno living in And it's a lion's jungle unno visiting
a mug shot from my graduation picture And my junior high school yearbook Paul Cain never appear shook Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police
the difference now it's only deserts If I talk it's gon be reckless I'm ready to die So when I apply pressure niggas gon respect it Tote guns to rob niggas
my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla life, I done jumped in
s and I been around more rocks than a fuckin cave man I done sold it and bagged it I done drove it and crashed it Fucked my credit up smashin the Ashton
it on my face to remind me Of all the shit I been through my physical presence, my pen too nice My first album sent you life I should of put down the
is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my
just handled my biz, Theres two sides to every westside story, And I just tell it like it is. And that's how it went, (down, down) On my son that's
Story," I took your fans I seen it for myself, that bitch Olivia's a man I got word from the wise, nigga you dead wrong Stole the real 50's name and wouldn
street music! Yo, let's, talk about it what Sheek'll throw the fiend on a nigga guarantee he won't walk up out it ("DJ Ski!") With my nickel plated;
no thugs While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood I need a get away car you can put it on dubs
