damn ground now Fuckin move now (Let me take a shot at him) We're gonna do you like King [JD] What god damn King Rodney King, Martin Luther King and
like it's worth nothing Got these bird's bugging, I'm on 1st stunting With no stick-shift just a reverse button (the Aston Martin) But I ain't Hollywood
strahlen und geben mir ungefragt die Moneten, wunschen gute Fahrt und gehen. Ich trag Armani, mein Schneider ist ein Italiener, deiner is ein Thailander, wie St. Martin
: [1st Verse] Kuck auf die Breitling-Uhr, ich bin ne Leitfigur und deutscher Rap hat jetzt nen F?r wie ne Sightseeing-Tour. Ey und schon wieder isses
Gangster-Rapper bei Kerner? Und arme Kiddies ohne Arbeit bei Vera? Warum ist Jesus nicht Barack Obama? Und Obama Bin Laden nicht St. Martins Vater? Und
Martin Luther King the setence kinda dead Made a left on King's Highway Natural Bridge is just ahead So fresh and so clean U City representin' the St
leger, flanant rue St-Denis Si un jour entendez un sifflet impoli Ne soyez pas rebelle, quelqu'un vous trouve jolie Regardez vers le ciel, c'est Martin
st-tropez On traine au foot en salle, et on kiff chanter qui peut me stopper Pour eux mon frere, on reste le projet des banlieues On reve de sortir l'Aston Martin
every man! GAVROCHE Listen to me! JEAN PROUVAIRE Double that in Port St. Cloud! GAVROCHE Listen everybody! LESGLES Seven guns in St. Martin! GAVROCHE
Prisons packed, bubblin over in brown sugar They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin
st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA Clippers The phone rang, my little shorty said "What you up to, boo?" Nothing, just chillin' like bruh-man on Martin
and bang for my niggaz locked up they can't stop us it aint a gangsta party til we go and dig Pac up I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on Huey
Here she comes the mysterious lady from St Martinique When she goes a strollin' the eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek When she goes a walkin' the
La nebbia agli irti colli piovigginando sale e sotto il maestrale urla e biancheggia il mare Ma per le vie del borgo dal ribollir dei tini va l'aspro
I bleed Hennessey And bang for my *** locked up, they can't stop us It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with
This Petey Pablo April the 9th, 19-2000 Diary of a sinner 1st entry Dear diary this the 1st time I had a chance to sit and just think with a clear mind