Kein Millionar, aber ganz krasser Visionar also nenn mich nichmehr "Eff Err" "Arr", ist der Name sag es noch mal ich schlag mich in rage blas dir den
: Kein Millionar, aber ganz krasser Visionar also nenn mich nichmehr "Eff Err" "Arr", ist der Name sag es noch mal ich schlag mich in rage blas dir den
t know how to eat Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh I turn a diamond to a dollar If you know how to hustle n-gga holla Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh I do it how
we comin' through on three's The A-F-T-E-R-M-A-T-H nigga we got a army Aftermath general, one love to fifty Ain't seen him in a minute yo, used to be
known Bout to go thriller Mike Jackson on these n-ggas All I need is a f-cking red jackets with some zippers Super good smito a package of the swishas
) Takin yah high now (get ready, cuz here we come) Get ready, cuz here we come [verse 2] Aint nobody rip it like me F to the E-R-G-I-E I rock it
tout? Non.] x3 Non car une armee d'Malabars frappe a coup d'etat diplomate J'ten r'filerai mille feuilles par ci par lA Pour les faire marcher A la
des reins au c?ur Si j'etais optimiste Je f'rais confiance a la medecine Et a l'hygiene en general J' croirais a l'eau plus qu'a l'urine Dans la piscine
in a cigarette with bitches Lookin' back on last year laughin' at the mirror I'm on TV I look a little clearer You look a little worried chill and smell
bombes succombe sous les decombres sur mille kilometre a la ronde Rap de mot rashun negro tu parles comme un colon Me rabaisser a ton niveau c?est marcher a
Marinette S'met a penser des fois vaut mieux Filer plutot que de perdre la tete Surtout qu'il reste encore beaucoup A faire pour terminer cette chanson On y r
Away, Chopper Round The Corner In A Bush With A Brick Of Yay, A Bust Can Happen Any Day, We Out Here Trapping Anyway, Gettin Money To Them Haitians Damn What A Nigga Say, I Got A
You n-ggas don't know how to eat Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh I turn a diamond to a dollar If you know how to hustle n-gga holla Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh
S*** it's like I gotta pan how I heat the flo' A but I really gotta a pan how I heat the blow S*** a Develope this beat is so, motha'f***in' GI-Joe and
D's on a Cadillac Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where
want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know
ass A&R that never filled a milk crate with breakbeats, I keep it raw nigga straight street To my comrades in L.A, L.A., L.A. I still got the bulletproof
