Testi:
Hard Luck Low Life

Mindless ways, so much hate so pathetic low life your ignorance and hatred wont solve a thing not moving forwards you hold us back you turn to violence

sad pups You'll be jacked up, weakened with your eyes half shut 'Til you had enough cuz fuckin' with us is bad luck The temptation of pussy be hard to

year man took my money like enron broken along, things got hard however, it brought me close to god i changed my life and became a christian singer, rapper and musician ive been high, ive been low

Crack backs heavy on the cash all night at the drug site we hung tight three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks money gets low in the street

bottle Took a look at my life, how the style was goin I was stuck in my tracks and yo, it wasn't flowin Time went by, as my life progressed I was handed

(Bowie) Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue skies

I'm American by the coins I carry And that's fucking scary Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah And even the worn wigged hard news anchors are un-affected

stole my role And every time I see the bitch she needs cash She make me wanna slap her ass Triflin bitch always got me in a fit The low-life-Compton

up to me yappin Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson Right now, you wanna duel, you fool I'm a Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule Who wanna flex