on with the show On with the show going on with the show Come on baby no no no On with the show going on with the show Come on baby no no no On with
Tradução: Get Up Kids. On With The Show.
t go slow Until his lethal dose And she knows He'll finally come too close [Chorus] Well on with the show Going on with the show Come on baby
the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what's been up, nigga Pin-ups from when we clicked up and posed for these pictures, good And the kids connected up
start running And the rich get stitched up, when we get cut Man a heal dem broken bones in the bush with the wed mud Can you read signs? can you read
position, get MVP I get money, don?t shit come free It?s my life and I run it even when Keep my business in my pockets, don?t wash with bleach And I never
Potty Mouth Like Andrew Dice Clay I Pop Collars On Niggas, I Drop Dollars On Niggas I Jell O's Together I Bill Cosby On Niggas Got You Lost In The Smoke
you did I'll be damned if I do another six with some kids who only see they daddy in them flicks on the fridge Them niggas that you think are in the mix with
up in my hood Help don't show up in my hood Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood Feel like I'm trapped in my hood Young kids get clapped
never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises I got them hollow tips.. to stick up in the AR's Detectors in the dash.. to pick up on the radar Stash box
a week I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz That'll hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own Wit a stash box compartment for
why not? [Chorus] Right now you probably like me, but Later on you gonna love me and Right now you probably want me, but Later on you gonna need me and
when ya kids see-saw go up I see four blow up Check these diamonds, No flaws show up My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up What ya'll know bout
week I can show you how to blow up on ya own In the Benz that hit a buck, and make the doors go up on they own With a stashbox compartment for A handgun
did I be damned if I do another six with's some kids Who only see their daddy in them flicks on the fridge Them niggas that you think are in the mix with
that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on [Fabolous] From the rock to the trees (we
they got price tags on 'em Layin' in hospital beds with ice bags on 'em I'm comin' through in coupes with the nice mags on 'em Diamond chain with a Jesus
next chapter of my life and show you all my scars Or my bullet wounds, and my stab wounds I can't show you I covered 'em up with tattoos I can't do nothing