it an artform? it's lacquered kareoke with a healthy cocaine habit and a make-up department. why call it composition? it's kids entertainment with a coterie
Traduction: Million Dead. C'est une entreprise Shit.
it an artform? It's lacquered kareoke with a healthy cocaine habit and a make-up department. Why call it composition? It's kids entertainment with a
dead presidents Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life [K.T.] You bet it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-T Living better and cutting
[Krayzie - Intro] Wassup? Nothin just bangin'. ["I see you tryin to play me" x4 in background] What's up wit you? That's cool Hey I just got a call from
is like a scratch that needs to get itched huh Cause man I live in the D, this shit ain't given for free Nothing's different to me, so what, it's easy
with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can
if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck it just means that a million people are
a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab
turn this shit up (OW!) I know a million people already did this Let's make it a billion Get busy, happy birthday my nigga A billi, a billi, a billi, a
dead Big bullets and splashing all over Kingpin's still moving that weight And his main goon burned up a discotech He's a hazard, classic, nigga, we got
in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers, hollow-tip lead busters There's no heaven or hell - dead is dead fuckers And your
Queens It be the ones you always knew, that want it on Tellin everybody it was him, that you fronted on Thought we walked a million miles it was just
s wake It's sickening he just finish bidding upstate And now the project Is talking that somebody gotta die shit It's logic As long as it's nobody that
kill again and again From the U-S-C,I shift ki's,a 120 plane rides Multiplied by G's,87.3 million in a matter o'months Big business and big dollars is
Away, Chopper Round The Corner In A Bush With A Brick Of Yay, A Bust Can Happen Any Day, We Out Here Trapping Anyway, Gettin Money To Them Haitians Damn What A Nigga Say, I Got A
den done It's allowed us to run a business, legimitated our monies Got us out the ghettos and relocated out mommies I made it all the way here, ain't
