no class we're all the same We got all the bosses, we got landlords, we all play the slavery game They've got the guns but we got the numbers. When the
class we're all the same We got all the bosses, we got landlords, we all play the slavery game They've got the guns but we got the numbers. When the
Traduzione: Quindici. We Will Win.
good I want yeah but on half i just keep hangin' I'm lookin for a change but change ain't lookin for me Will I remain a B.G. Or a A student We'll see
motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top) West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo' block That's how we do it out here, out here ? folk That's how we do it
ve been a threat, but now I record and they send a check Man I stash half the cash then spend the rest And I woulda been broke like ya'll fighting invests We
Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy Win or lose I ride for my boy It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga
WOOD With the old English A.P and we know the box that we used on the D.L low key Wearin my blue PIRU y'all know we got chucks and we all flow go wear
proper just to win you an Oscar And have cats who be skateboarders thinking they're rastas I get offended when I see what they did to Jimi Hendrix We
] We puttin cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!) We
will define our reality They?ll destroy the environment and have us all live in misery We?re not patriotic; we?ll spit on the graves of all states
Copped the tech We cashing checks, son We out to get the decimals Don't know about the rest of you You fucking with professionals Murderers, that will
stuff that we can grow from Knowin' what level we live we only equal to the work That we put into our lives that's what we get out You having these doubts
Is Worth More Than That (That) Every Time We Dont Stop Every Time We Dont Quit But I Dont Know If I Should Stay With It But I Know That I Will Miss It
tech We cashing checks, son We out to get the decimals Don't know about the rest of you You fucking with professionals Murderers, that will split your
a one, We've got a few generals who just want our guns; But it will take more than that if we're ever to win, Why, we'll have to flatten the country
they had a guaranteed way to win the hearts of the public who are easily swayed And just this time last year, I thought we had it made We were One Hit
Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy Win or lose I ride for my boy It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks
