Traduction: Nine Days. Cette musique.
what I've got, what I've got, what I've got Maybe it's what I wamt, what I want, what I want Oh this music, this music Maybe it's all I got, all I got
I've got, what I've got, what I've got Maybe it's what I wamt, what I want, what I want Oh this music, this music Maybe it's all I got, all I got, all
That And I'm Tired Of This Rap Beef Tired Of That Gay Shit I Thought He Wanted War He Seen Me And Didn't Say Shit I'm Outta This World When You See Me
ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life Know what I'm talking about Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker Know what I'm saying My nigga gardy in this
, ain't nothing wrong Now all my music, ain't just good wordplay Listen real close, niggas feel ery'thing I say Play it smart, you can get your days dark
ain't nothing wrong Now all my music, ain't just good wordplay Listen real close, niggas feel ery'thing I say Play it smart, you can get your days dark
by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can't keep my nine straight, Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for
bells ringing in background] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released another album under the alias Makaveli. Music
see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days like this But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
[Music plays in bakground] (Eightball we doin this shit once again For you fake ass niggaz lay it the fuck down BEYITCH) [Intro/Chorus:] Lay it down,
dog) Could you tell me where you run to (When the road you on is a dead end left wid borrowing and begging) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When all this music
rock to the beat and then scream and shout We gonna hit you with the shit we got here We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd) Keep it movin like this
antidote If music get's you choked up this is the treat anaerobe This is shy nigga I mista all of that Fuck a mattress, put this bitch on the almanac
... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this Terrorist, lyricist,
five years we'll all be "Eating at Whitey's" And he'll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toilets Aiyyo.. fuck this, cut this shit off {*music
is it worth it? Look at my life how is it perfect? Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn't workin? You see this finger, oh it's upside down Here let me turn this