the Bigga Figga) [Intro: JT the Bigga Figga (talking)] It ain't nuthin' like that Mob Life.. [JT the Bigga Figga] It ain't nuthin' like that Mob Life
by all the talk. Because it will all fade away. Don't be fooled by this shit they call progression. Because it's a stalemate every day. Mind closed for life
shame cause life aint nothing but a game Life aint nothing but a game Life aint nothing but a game Life aint nothing but a game Life aint nothing but a game Life
They had an offer that I couldn't refuse, so I said fuck it, I had nothing going on. They said wassamattayou-a eatin' McDonalds? You eat like a king
of life is much hotter than fighting the devil We ran this holy race We found a light in space We held the flag of life A brand that all survived
leads to Speed of life - the rush of time Is part of the demon Speed of life - the rush of time The speed of life is devilc?? exercise Theyc??e running
They had an offer that i couldn't refuse, so I said fuck it, I had nothing going on. They said wassamattayou-a eatin' McDonalds? You eat like a king-a
leads to Spped of life - the rush of time Is part of the demon Speed of life - the rush of time The speed of life is devil's exercise They're running
Traduzione: Mob Rules. The Speed \u200b\u200bOf Life.
Traduzione: Mob Rules. Flag Of Life.
Traduzione: Mob Rules. Bandiera Di Vita (Sole Serenade, Opus II).
you don't give the West Coast props when it hit your block Makin' your spot, hot, still the coldest like the Face Mob Rappin' ain't doin' shit for you
I'm gonna give you ten percent of the tape You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life I didn
this one here, is for my go getters This guerilla music, go get your scrilla music [Hook] This ain't the limelight, this is the street life If you wanna
I go to the extreme, to keep my pockets laced with feddy Hard times got a young nigga currency chasing Cause only time will tell, if twenty to life is
and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and my life
the youth We make music for eternity, forever the truth Political prisoner, the two choices that they givin us Ride or die, for life they sentence us