nobody speak Everybody on the floor Don't mess around with me Put it in the bag boys Then we're on our way All the money in the bag We'll count it up
Traduction: The Living End. Hold Up.
t nobody speak Everybody on the floor Don't mess around with me Put it in the bag boys Then we're on our way All the money in the bag We'll count it up
Club got dressed up And went and took all the bitches of the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what's been up, nigga Pin-ups from when we clicked up
later I'm still walking down the street, When I saw a shadow of a man creep out of sight. And then he sweeps up from behind And puts a gun up to my head
and alone That's why I'll be there When the storm rises up, when the shadows descend Ev'ry beat of my heart, ev'ry day without end Ev'ry second I live
brain that's minimal (yeah) Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that [Fabolous] Uh, hold up Cain
let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy (You get nothin' from me) You get NOTHIN! [Verse 2] So the kid never stresses a female And if you ask where I live
know. oooh all yurh friends want me && yu to break up. just to make up. its fo sho. oooh they just playa haters come ___ us && tell them hoes to just face up
pain in my heart Art of life Insane blade stabbing dreams Try to break all truth now But I can't heal this broken heart in pain Cannot start to live, Cannot end
run up on me if you don't want to get shot I'm a grab my remote and give it all that I got Hold up man hold up
quick) And all you haters, raise up off my dick (my dick) I'm repping, the Screwed Up Click (Up Click) Time to lace your shoes up bitch, (up bitch) I
to touch it with my own hands Make me wanna rob a bank somtimes But then I have to spend my life my life my life my life Dunken one time And end up back
jealous got me beggin for forgiveness this record label presidental think they live like me think they could jump in this rap game and survive like me they living fantasies nigga tryna hold
Thursday Know we gon ride until then, whenever the last your ass gon be missed And we gon hold it down up on the ground, till we meet up in heaven [
with God, keep your head up Stay down on your knees, cause this life is hard I know you don't wanna live in jail, for living shife Hoping you might receive
vest on Talking you come real, with the black steal But you ain't never seen no glock That's why Grady, checked your ass up out your hat Cause you never lived
