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no money to keep this affair afloat And I don't think that it's funny it looks like I've sunk my boat I haven't got no money to keep this affair afloat
Traduzione: Sheena Easton. Follia soldi e Musica.
Traduzione: Follia. No Money.
for pussy; bitches actin' hard I gots no play for the lack of papers For the dope boys, I had the vapors 'Cause they got the hoes for the money they were
and goin nutty And reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy
[Eat a dick up] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin, got
Thug livin pay the bills And die violently Closed caskets Expose bastards I leave em bloody Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money
a fresh young brother, no preservatives added And that's Double R's definition of lavish [DJ Daryl cuts up:] (The money still love, still livin lavish) (Takes money
the noise upstairs, so it's time to break out Plan 1 is out, Plan 2 in effect The big bank job to get the pockets correct A devilish scheme to get money
VERSE 1: Bret E.B.] Stop what you're doin, cause the plane's takin off Miss a second of instructions, and you might get lost In a crazy cloud of madness
gems [Chorus] Aiyyo break 'em (bust 'em) kill 'em (crush 'em) Y'all ain't built for this rap shit (fuck 'em) Y'all get killed for that madness (true)
on plastic like psychodamagic and man a brother bad cause I status Grabbing some asses freaking up plenty women by the masses can't nobody stop this madness
feet deep! Four niggas in a six fo Plates covered with black tape Homies hit the stick and beat their chest like apes We hit the spot and hit the luts With their money
done yet get another one blaze bitch get paid a welfare that check every 15 days i remember highschool lowfuel and bushy cuttin' that muthafucka go gettin' pussy caught up in the madness
lover My mama is a pretty lady They both work on the Westfield Mansions Breathing and working all day My daddy says it ain't such a bad job The money
TO BE FREE; SO WITH MY MADNESS I CAN BELIEVE, AND I'D GIVE ANITHING TO BELIEVE. Nothing ever happens in this quiet land, and my work is very foolish. Money, money
