points out the view As he hands your wage to you Don't you break it Or they'll take it Who makes your money Who thinks they might Who's gonna be there
Traduction: Cuillère. Qui fait votre argent.
out) Break it on down (look out look out) Ha look out guess who it is That nigga from Atlanta Where the... who it is So get your money together and... who
You never give me your money; You only give me your paper, And in the middle of negotiations you break down . I never give you my number; I only give
stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your
Rhymes keep it comin one time for your mind Flip Mode y'all, yo WHOOOO! That music feel my cool breeze Make you bang your head from hear to overseas
May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will the Real Slim Shady please shut up? I repeat, will the real slim shady please
the man with the plan who's got the the groove that makes you move, take your body higher, set your soul on fire, playing so dance to the beat and move your
is this money, this will do [Chorus] Who would have thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast And get lost in tonight And make
in that position. Try to make a profit or try to make a difference, Try to make 'em play your shit or try to make 'em listen. I go from records with Dwele
it, Take it farther, take it far) Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are Seems they dont even know about the inner city crime war Moneys
open Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?) Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons So enjoy the rush, live plush off
sharpened metal spoon She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moon She took his much admired oriental frame of mind and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money
Take a shortcut, round the Pacific Throw the Ak in the Atlantic That's Mafia Livin'! [Ja Rule:] Guess who is beezack, yeah nigga you guess Who shot ya
s on the hunt for conk Who pumps your heart, I made you wanna rhyme from the start You should be more alert, then you wouldn't get hurt Get off your horse and on your
