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Traduction: La folie. Les entreprises.
madness all about All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout, Throw my hands up and shout What?s this madness all about All this makes
right and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga 2Pac (overlapping) I'm in this muthafucka I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business
head while I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious of this bitch the line busy everytime I
t forget, we've got unfinished business, stories yet to unfold, tales that must be retold, and I regret not knowing when to put an end to all this madness
the ruptured structure built of age Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage Where money stood We planted seeds of rebirth And stabbed the backs of fathers Sons of dirt Infiltrated business
There's no method in my madness, no craft, no guile No expertise, no self assuring smile No wizardry or witchcraft, no crass deceit No dark conspiracies
one of your victims was a three year old girl Well, you gang members, you still don't get it, do ya?) (With your badself) [King Tee] It's straight up madness
know I'm not freakin you out And if you love then what I'm speaking about, then say something I check my inbox 10 times and there ain't nothing You probably busy
Your whole frame is brittle man, you came to lose We drop classics you bastards My final four defeats sweet sixteens like March madness It's not passive
super phat Hey I'm a humble man Kicking out the jams like a tramp I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business What's with all the business I get
they already know Same team, (same team), DO-Double G Still roll with my doggs and yeah my doggs still roll with me Maintain, (Maintain), shitty shitty bang bang I'm busy
anew. Jet planes streak across the sky, thousands of innocent people die. All because they got the wrong color skin, wrong politics, wrong religion. And it's the business
more problems than the average Joe So don't come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird K's madness
