South Phil, they better chill [Malik B] We got my man Cash Money on the cut Takin niggas back to the days of King Tut You king of ampfier, you know I can't forget For
Traduction: The Roots. Pour l'amour de l'argent.
got my legacy in infamy Infamy can't deal wit it She gon get the meals for this Don't root for me They boo for me And cheer for Phillip Nickleson D-J
We don't want it Get away with you gangsters We don't like it Eternal love eternal love Money money money Root of all evil Money money money Root of
Art for arts sake Money for Gods sake Art for arts sake Money for Gods sake Art for arts sake Money for Gods sake Art for arts sake Money for Gods sake
know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain
love. Straight thugs. One time for my niggas in the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time for
to die for freedom... respect... Now we're dying for dope, hoes, and paper... [Eightball:] I'm guilty of all that shit and more. Questioning life, asking what am I here for
thank you, Jesus Christ For givin' for givin' up Your life for us Now, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice Advice from a thug, tell mommy I love her
love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money
Things That Do For Ya Baby I'll Do It To You And I'm Ya Number On Fan Girl I'm Root For Ya And Whenever You Go Shopping Here Is Some Loot For Ya What
the ledgendary Roots crew in the flesh i slid up in here with the brothers from the Marley familly crest and we gonna sing for yall [Stephen Marley] she loves
strong, almost a year Wait 'til the coast is clear, I don't bolt for fear of getting caught Maybe we ought to start, maybe not For now, my baby gets
Verse 1:] No, no I won't settle for nothing less than the air that I breathe I-I-I know it's a struggle, but who the hell g'on do it for me Who the hell
's a shame Time ain't money Unfortune thang Time ain't money You know it's a bitch If time was money I'd already be rich If money is the root of all
You gotta chance for money and prizes You gotta chance at death, too hahah So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast Your chance for freedom at last Four questions