no money to keep this affair afloat And I don't think that it's funny it looks like I've sunk my boat I haven't got no money to keep this affair afloat
Traduction: Sheena Easton. Money Madness et Musique.
Traduction: La folie. Pas d'argent.
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foot wrong you'll have to love me when i'm gone does anyone see this lucky me, i guess im the chosen one colour and madness first in line i put my money
contracoka extra mac Beon the extremeni every one nd anyone Train to tadh money like is candy in the canyo Bein in more beaft than gango I preyd them Always next to madness
you don't know my pace Well fuck rapping, I need some right now money, it's getting crucial If I pimp my pen, I got to wait 3 months for trade me scratch for lunch money
for pussy; bitches actin' hard I gots no play for the lack of papers For the dope boys, I had the vapors 'Cause they got the hoes for the money they were
livin pay the bills And die violently Closed caskets Expose bastards I leave em bloody Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy
goin nutty And reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money
[Eat a dick up] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin, got
[Chorus] Aiyyo break 'em (bust 'em) kill 'em (crush 'em) Y'all ain't built for this rap shit (fuck 'em) Y'all get killed for that madness (true) The
on plastic like psychodamagic and man a brother bad cause I status Grabbing some asses freaking up plenty women by the masses can't nobody stop this madness
I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love, I love you more than money and more than the stars above, Love you more than madness, more
of authority ain't even it, rather the vast majority of 'em is too damn incompetent. When is enough gon' be enough, I ask? I know we all tryin to live life free from all the madness
lose!) We are the thugs Yeah, we be those children (Gotta be that child) We gotta keep on thuggin', that's how we make our livin' (Gotta make my money
Smith Or Cudi, my MGMT, so good that Gabe Saporta is my buddy And me on the pad is your doom This is a big city, let the madness resume And we go on
