on with the show On with the show going on with the show Come on baby no no no On with the show going on with the show Come on baby no no no On with
Traduction: Get Up Kids. Que le spectacle.
t go slow Until his lethal dose And she knows He'll finally come too close [Chorus] Well on with the show Going on with the show Come on baby
long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remember when you come up The show goes on! Alright, already the show goes on Alright,
of the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what's been up, nigga Pin-ups from when we clicked up and posed for these pictures, good And the kids connected up
my position, get MVP I get money, don?t shit come free It?s my life and I run it even when Keep my business in my pockets, don?t wash with bleach And
you did I'll be damned if I do another six with some kids who only see they daddy in them flicks on the fridge Them niggas that you think are in the mix with
A Potty Mouth Like Andrew Dice Clay I Pop Collars On Niggas, I Drop Dollars On Niggas I Jell O's Together I Bill Cosby On Niggas Got You Lost In The Smoke
grow up in my hood Help don't show up in my hood Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood Feel like I'm trapped in my hood Young kids get
never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises I got them hollow tips.. to stick up in the AR's Detectors in the dash.. to pick up on the radar Stash box
a week I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz That'll hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own Wit a stash box compartment for
why, why not? [Chorus] Right now you probably like me, but Later on you gonna love me and Right now you probably want me, but Later on you gonna need
when ya kids see-saw go up I see four blow up Check these diamonds, No flaws show up My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up What ya'll know bout
I do the numbers im suppose to And my accountant got as many numbers as a social With a beach house that's, somewhere on the coast to Bunch of bad bitches
week I can show you how to blow up on ya own In the Benz that hit a buck, and make the doors go up on they own With a stashbox compartment for A handgun
did I be damned if I do another six with's some kids Who only see their daddy in them flicks on the fridge Them niggas that you think are in the mix with
like that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on [Fabolous] From the rock to the trees
on 'em Layin' in hospital beds with ice bags on 'em I'm comin' through in coupes with the nice mags on 'em Diamond chain with a Jesus Christ tag on 'em
