Testi:
Collect All Three

Crime relation got my niggaz time facin in the line pacin y'all All the gods this one for y'all I never forget it, three times a week on the visit Just

I die tonight Chorus Verse Three: Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Pray to the heavens three

back You know it's all for the foundation Outlawz we still buildin the Thug Nation, holla at ya homey [Chorus] [Verse Three: Napoleon] It ain'

Adam: You don't mind that I think everybody's a robot and all my conversations are being recorded Lisa: And you don't mind that all of my pants are way

[Tash] What? Yeah Did the phone ring baby? (We have a collect call from James Robinson, a.k.a. J-Ro) What? (Comin all the way from Malmo, Sweden) Say

(feat. Equipto) [Verse 1: Equipto] I infect the whole set and collect the cash And I'm gon' run game but respect the past Got long range ...(?) into

the terror off hands (hah!) Without bands we rock spots in all lands (all lands) Nigs be playin and we stand for the susbtance subject's the basement, MC's be patient Cause all

day you fall off, you lose most of your partners Niggas be acting funny, Hoes, they wanna duck ya Used to sweat you hard, now they ain't wanna fuck ya You screening all

see the tracks of his running around like a mouse in a cage for a thousand years drinking wine to take away your pain collect all the tears you cry collect them all