Gun in your hand and God on your side A shot rang out on a London night In a land where justice is a game As dawn breaks over London town Hell 2 pay
Traduction: Les entreprises. Hell 2 Pay.
Gun in your hand and God on your side a shot rang out on a London night In a land where justice is a game As dawn breaks over London town Hell 2 pay Revenge
for another day of this gangsta shit (talking) Y'all know nigga, every motherfucking day You got to get that pay, it's the only way (Chorus - 2x) Recognize
like Ricky Bell What the hell?, Murphy rather pay to get out of jail Cause if she tell me to pay, somebody better pay my bail Matta fact, I'ma pay myself
All Eyez On Me} Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?) {All Eyez On Me} {All Eyez On Me} But you know what? [2Pac] I
seen a mutha fucker wearing black Following a nigga and shit Ain't this a bitch All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business else where But where? Cause who in the hell
[Hook - Krayzie 2x] People ask me how do you maintain You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga
sending a message to warn you imposters All hating in my business When I see you I'm a drop you Get slugged and get drugged My niggas I'll hustle to pay
clowns down here But we, ain't fucking around round here Yo Dre! Dr Dre: Whuddup? Eminem: Can I get a hell yeah? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Chorus 2x
sock, a fuming beaker. This is, this too can be music. Anything can be music. FZ: Hello? Yeah, are you busy? Well I was wondering -this is Frank- can
I'm givin' you! Who walk through the Whitehouse without a business suit? Compton had Jerry Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagens shoes Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay
I leave all the hoes give a sad voice Got bills to pay and things to do New hoes to screw and business moves I'm a business man what's the business plan
(feat. Shawnna & The Game) Is you rollin? [x4] Bitch I might be [x2] Girl he geeked up Girl he geeked up Bitch I might be [x4] [Verse 1:] East Atlanta
cold orange juice cause im really really trippin went to the strip club and request that im da man The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands [Chorus] [Verse 2
the feelin we can cut the hell out each other And i hope we be the same thang - freaks We can get the mattress goin eh-err, eh-err Handlin business while