four-way split, the pocket money's hit And all of me is broke I got four heads inside my mind Four rooms I'd like to lie in Four selves I want to find
Traduzione: Chi, il. Quattro Facce.
and square off who ever want's to throw it down I bring it to the showdown [Chorus: Montell Jordan] Follow me into the world of Mr Ski (Yeah) Ain't gonna be no mystery Who
Become a victim of the A.K., you look the wrong way High crime rates, they never really meant a thing To Southern mobsters, who smoke, spit the Southern
Godfather Part. III (Infamous Mobb) Verse: Put your hands in the sky, like I got the four-five Pointed at you, now wave them around side to side Want to know who
uptown we not trying to sell that shit, that's how we burn it down niggaz always drilling me, ?till they see my four pound bitches always feeling me,
s face it were oh so desperate and we can sleep sleep sleep 'til the morning eats us alive, Whoa, livin' on four wheels ain't so bad, livin' on four
bitch in heat But at four in the morning, she couldn't be beat A plate of chicken wings and a stack of fries Trying to see who's looking from the corner
ain't got no mutha fuckin friends Thats why I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the
way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black youth of the ghettos And one by one we are being wiped off the face
twenty-four/seven Money's my mission, just a nigga tryin to make a livin These busta tricks don't want no mail They spendin they riches on skanless bitches who
hit upon them bastards Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger
hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces laid
My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
til we trade places Tell the world I feel guilty to bein anxious Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist It's hard to face this, cold world
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) [Tupac:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as
you bullshittin, niggaz was dyin and catchin cases Bustin my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leavin no trace, they see my face and they
mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. [Verse Two] Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin Shouldn't (?) if you ain't kill nuttin Now you gotta face
