under the ground. And As long as I got breath, the death of rock Is the death of me, And rock is dead Well, we?re dead? alright? yeah !? ROCK IS DEAD
under the ground And as long as I got breath, the death of rock Is the death of me and rock is dead Well, we?re dead, alright, yeah Rock is dead
Traduction: The Doors. Rock Is Dead.
Well, the rocks is my pillow The cold ground is my bed The highway is my home so I might as well be dead I'm walkin' and walkin', seems I have no place
south I ain't want da bird cause I been killng dese hoes Dese niggas jus drop dead' in da drop head All we do is bop head To da side like busta in da
' The Way Hoes Throw Dollas At Me I'm The Motha Fuckin' Spitful, Delightful, Iful The New Ice Cube Plus My Guns They Rock Mics Too So What's Good? Is
waste, cause the rap game is damn near dead Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto, came to raise rap from it's death bed Every song they play on the radio is
a part of the plan Cause while I'm on the corner hustling with work in my hand Like a super star selling rocks, because the stage becomes a block But my plot is
rock wit it (I rock wit it) I never hind licks trying to get quick When the songs on they like that's my shit [Hook:] I can't help who I'm is when
is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that
(dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) (Repeat) (50 Cent) Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines? Is
a couple times you'll have to change your heart Have doc usin donors, dead niggas with spare parts You come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead