four-way split, the pocket money's hit And all of me is broke I got four heads inside my mind Four rooms I'd like to lie in Four selves I want to find
Tulkojums: Kurš,. Četrpusēji.
They don't wanna see me shine Don't wanna see me shine Don't wanna see me fly Don't wanna see me ride Why they gotta hate? Steady hatin' mine Smilin' in my face
float your boat can capsize it Tell the snakes they can take a hike like gas prices No such things as half-way crooks or half righteous (Yeah) Those who
stay, no abortin' us, no extortin' us Between us we got the mic domain and artillery Therefore, it's all free reign, who's domain When shots ring, who remains, they refrain Who
the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who
, I'm burnin' On my way from Mt. Vernon Swervin' a stretch Bourbon Identity of this man I look Persian Hey yo, we gotta get him I wanna know where they came from or who
motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more Got you bitch ass niggas sweatin' like Taibo Rather lookin', in my face
motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more Got you bitch-ass niggas sweatin' like Taibo Rather lookin', in my face
on the mic to play I write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental geometry don't even come at me Talk'n that weak and popin' that bullshit Get out my face
prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I speak to few Just give me the money and who the fuck to do Four blocks away my aim's clean
and I was disgusted Came into the party just to rock the place And your big zombie lookin' freak still won't get out of my face I don't mean to diss
I ain't tryin' to hear that shit, man These bitches ain't players, man Peace to my street niggas movin' that weight Much love to my comrades who's out
style Switched from bangin' to hustlin' No more goin' buck wild had to get a cash flow But my hustle was weak, it was a no go I join the army, four
get shot I wanna cold blood n-gga shit I will pull a trigger 'cause You'd better do your homework you'll find out who you f-cking with 'Cause I ain't
of the ring tone This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blond Preferably with a fat ass who can sing
