you a declaration I make to myself this time A minute past midnight the countdown is over now another year has passed us by a new year has just begun
in the air A minute past midnight a minute past midnight the countdown is over now another year has passed us by a new year has just begun I thought
Traduzione: One Dollar Short. Un tema per un capodanno .....
charts like a mad man nothing but hits Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits Dodging cop cars look how we come so far Picture a high school drop out Rolling a
front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short And if u don't have it den u gotta
your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short And if u don't have it den u
for a reason they say But I say there's a reason things happen And it wasn't all good way back in the day Struggled then struggled now still standing Things happen for a
see Harlem become a Dynasty So all my niggas shine with me Until Jehovah come and say it's time for me Screw fare cause I won't be around on new years
Standin tall but you comin up short Might play a lot of games but this ain't your sport Ran into the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun You target practice
a player And now I got a lot 'o women It's never endin' It's just somethin' 'bout this pimpin' [Chorus] [JT Money:] Now, one time for you H-Os You wanna
next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with Jive This shit thats tragic can't be no more Because of my rings I work at A&P no more I
a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper
Sticky] I got the mack-dozen [Method] And when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin [Sticky] Cause it's a new year, time for some new shit [Sticky
I stack up chips? [Chorus:] I'll call her a beotch!... Beotch!... Call her a beotch!... Beotch!... [Too $hort:] You know what? A bitch is a once-a-month
m a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper
about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set
as my witness Tried to act church girl religious She had a hit list Bad business lucky what if syphillis Or the monster What you got that all for a boo