my command I'm breakin' loose, Ain't no use holdin' me down Hold..stick around But baby remember It's my life and I'll do what I want It's my mind and
Traduzione: The Police. It's My Life.
po-po know my name My fame bigger than my bank, I'm throwing heavy change You can find me at the shooting range perfecting and practicing my aim Me and my young life
there's a sickness on the street so what'cha gonna do? it's the fascist army the boys in blue california police state in time they'll re-fucking segregate
they chips (get that doe) It's in my blood to get it, show your mug while intervening With my cream, and them slugs'll hit it Move partna and hope to
up, nigga?) Parkin' lot packed, and polishin' acts Q 45's, if finished, my niggas sent us to win it Like gold bend it, scrilla we spend it Cash, Yola,
a legal gun to his head, It's stupid, should of played ball instead, Let's sing it out. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] So one day, when it's all said and done, My life
work and get my feelings hurt They got my back against the wall And my dick is in the DIRT... [Luke "Skyywalker" Campbell - talking] Let's talk about
have to get yourself together before it's too late It's up to you to be a bum or someone great We all have it in us, and that is why They tell us lies
* I really miss the feel of your kiss. But can I have back my things before I get really pissed? You had my heart, my soul, my attention But you walked out my life with my
guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard s**t In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like
never get to play? I'm hustlin' Stayin' out till it's dawn And commin' home At 6 o'clock in the mornin' Hand's on my glock Eye's on the prize Finger on
s the way it is [Bridge w/ changing ad libs] Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is aww yeah
(feat. Stretch) [2pac:] Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls That's right boy, it's goin on Right here, Thug Life God bless the dead God bless
me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the police Nigga, you know that's true Catch a nigga
have a fight, look, look (we can throw it off nigga) (What's up nigga? What's up?) Throw yo mothafuckin hands up nigga That's right, we gone take it
me Crack done took apart of our family tree my momma's on tha shit, my dadies splitten, mom's steady blaming me is it my fault, just cause i'm a young
wonder if knows that my income is more than His pension, salary and then some Your daughter is my number one fan And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man So who's