Traduction: Croix. N'est pas mis Nothin 'Down.
You ain't put nothin' down down You ain't put nothin' down You ain't put nothin' down down You ain't put nothin' down You ain't put nothin' down You
' to put his Latins on And they say money is the root of all evil But there ain't nothing in this world to make me cross up my people I swear to God,
how to make this animal stop Who these niggas trying to take down Break down, tray pound, eight rounds He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down Hit
ain't straight Leave niggaz leaning to the side, like they need a V8 I tried to be a changed man, but my plan ain't play Haters forced me, to put a gun
shit, nigga Ain't nothing friendly about the motherfucking game You understand me, if you listen I'ma tell you right Open your motherfucking ears Shit, it ain't
vest chest, with the talons in my baretta Stay one step ahead of, my competition they better Fly down from overseas sign down, and get to chumping for cheddar 26 letters than Ro, if you ain't
friend, feel me But they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuck If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo' You ain't dealing with the same
I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] It ain't nuthing to a boss, That's why I spent three hundred on a cross! Pink and
Niggas put on a skirt These drugs ain't helping It only making it worse And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs I can't trust the church
bills And die violently Closed caskets Expose bastards I leave em bloody Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money Ain't nothin
run these streets nigga Ain't heard the ballad of a dead soldier! These niggaz can't see me, half the world wanna be me Multi-millionaire; shit, it ain't
feel your world just ain't right Call on me, I will be waiting Count on me, I will be there Anytime the times get too tough, Anytime your best ain't
with me And baby I know (uh-huh) that money ain't ev-ery-thing But it's fo' sho' (fo' sho, fo' sho') and ain't for nothin when you fuck, with, me Now
Hand's on the plow and my feets in the ghetto Stand up, sit down Don't do nothin' Ain't no good when boss man's stuffin' Down their throats with