play You're in this just for fun You're a closet punk You closet punk Stay in the closet where you belong Stay in the closet where you've been all
Traduction: DRI. Punk Placard.
success is what I quest cause i'm fearless now tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i
I let it slide I said I wouldnt hold my f*cken breathto get a five Sh*t I was right, Ida f*ckin died already tryin I swear to God I never lie I bet
fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack em Devil without a cause...I'm goin platinum I'm goin Platinum I'm goin Platinum We're goin platinum Devil without a cause...I
nigga Hav got a soldier It's gettin down it's goin down kid (I got this, I got this) I heard he might not live, I'm holdin back tears Told these broads
I make rappers go back to the block They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk and I got enough skunk
see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun and i dress to a t ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously i got bodyguards,
with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I
you Method subliminal I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm critical-nigga I ride around and housin' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I
my back Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk Got R2D2 and Mork from
bomb pop truck I make rappers go back to the block They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk And I
deep Lil' niggas bussin' off they punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin' that I don't wanna send nobody back
music, so all I'd wanna got the room stumped I'm smokin', make dough like Trump Cookin' chowder to they chunk, punk Straight off dust, nigga trust I
shorties The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die In this business an' trifeness I finesse this for R.D., we
a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in Sharp ass claws and I break all laws In a while all jaws 'cause I'm perfect, no flaws Now I'm back to Farmers
, I let it slide, I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breathe to get a five, shit I was right I'ld a fuckin died already tryin' I swear to God, I never lied
