Testi:
Road To The Richest

dates, take the money, put out more tapes And call it foreplay, ready for the war games Sew it up and then FUCK with the snitches Atmosphere on the road to the riches

Zeig' was Du denkst, tu was Du willst Nur verlier' nie dein Gesicht Zeig' keine Schwache, zeig' keine Angst Denn Verlierer zahlen nicht Gesetze der

A convertible Porsche is what I?m striving to drive DJ Polo of course, drives a ride that?s live With a AMG kit, in his pockets a mitt And if you try

Deadly rhymes, here's the solution Smoking so bad, I'mma cause a pollution With satisfaction, baddest action, fatal attraction Drop you to an improper

freeze so cold Then get viewed and examined in a test tube If you're a square, you freeze into an ice cube Talent switches, words to riches You get stitches

Love is pain left out in the rain With nothing to gain but teardrop stains Being haunted by a memory as I think back The things we used to do and how

Bass, snare drum in your eardrum Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum Energy enters me, power absorbed Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord Kool G Rap

[Verse One] You introduced by the nigga that let loose The lyrical Tec 9, it's check time for niggaz that don't respect mine listen to the raps that

dates, take the money, put out more tapes And call it foreplay, ready for the war games Sew it up and then FUCK with the snitches Atmosphere on the road to the riches