Les beaux parleurs, les sans pudeurs Les gardes du coeur toujours a l'heure Non, ce n'est pas pour moi Les five clock, les soirees chocs La musique pop
'aime Y'a tant d'amour mais pourtant nos coeurs saignent On aimerait changer mais on est les meme Mac Tyer : Ma haine a calibre le 14 fevrier la saint valentin doit porter
sisters and old time liberty. Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free. I've got three ships and sixty men, A course for ports unread
plane, Lord, well it was bringing me down Yeah, I had to get out of Texas, baby, Lord, it was bringing me down I been all around the world, but Port
One two three o'clock four o'clock rock ordine e disciplina dall'ovest alla Cina five six seven o'clock eight o'clock rock tutto sotto controllo dal tetto
had three million sides of old blind horses hides, We had four million barrels of bones. We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs, Seven million barrels of porter
my cool on Best be cool homes Get my goon on I'll bust them to homes Get my lose on [Chorus] They say young fell off yeah the boy done lost it Been porting
I made a habit of never making promises That aren't easy to keep And there you have it but now I'm making one That is to keep you here with me 'Cause
to block I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots He's the biggest boss, comin' outta the MIYayo Straight from the port of Miami To keepin'
into stones Next stop, Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle 'bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
bird hop Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word That I told the chief on Rich Port I don
kid, bounce, do the bird hop Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word That I told the chief on Rich Port
Live my life (4x) *42 second intro whose speakers are impossible to list individually* [killah priest] Five brothers they were layin in the lobby And
Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany, Brooklyn Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany
show on the autopsy Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin' to hear it Smoking mad New Ports 'cause I'm
one dope man Racin' through the city with Uncle Paul and Diddy Hennesey frontin', lookin' brock and gritty Tryin' to meet somethin', so I can skeet somethin' Five
