my chest, telesales made me a man. and everything was going to be ok, but the making of the man was the breaking of the back upon the rock of everyday
Traduction: Million Dead. Breaking The Back.
, tele-sales made me a man.(x2) And everything was going to be ok, but the making of the man was the breaking of the back upon the rock of everyday hostility
Who the fuck running up so nigga what, 'fore I leave my star full of that heat Gotta watch my back, 'fore I be alone That shit is gon fall, and the while back
't touch the floor You're never gonna see 'em no more The dawn starts to break Your heads a big ache You're lyin' in bed You're back from the dead And
Streets Deciple slide-in me Status reports the badest you caught Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I cant stay away like Too $hort I gots ta break a bastards back
When you eat They're always there Looking to bury the living And bring life to the dead, to the dead One hundred years of waiting Thirty six thousand days Fifty two million
I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician and flatten composition A pain, I'm like Saddam Hussein Still alive lookin at his dead children
break me open just to see if I still bleed? Do you break me open just to see what's underneath? Do you find in the way I never mind that you could never Break
the murda man I'ma come back to serve the game break em on down and hurt em man I never give no mercy mercy after thirty five million still thirsty thirsty
that's St. Clair Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin' If somebody got beef, we got millions
(Bowie/Gabrels) Between the dead ring ash of extreme defence The lonely groups of company boys Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins
this arrogant fool breaks every rule it'll be nothing but pride that kills him. Could he listen no he won't that's all she wrote he'll be dead before
(feat. Styles) [Eve] They usually hate her when she comes around Huh, first lady mobbin nigga hit the ground Next break into that who we what a sound
rain, ain't got shit on me The way I ball, the fuckin owner should come sit on me Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the
sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete I guess you could say Mya got the best of me Came back from the dead
