me, say it's not always. You've got the power, now, now give us the means. We can do it, we can do it, all we need is the money. Oh, you've got the power
Übersetzung: Schwarz. All We Need Is The Money.
in the pen [B.G.] Man, we'd all have houses, a half-a-block We'd all be on chrome in a Benz drop-top [Juvenile] All the women would be big, fine with
bout chesse so I gotta get my grind on I gotta ride on crome I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own Ca$h Money off the hezzay Besides
black, I catch them off their P's They play the game, very dirty in the UPT Is iron slangin' all day is you ready for that Nigga 9's ringing all day is
coffin You don't hear we loss a shoot-out very often We ballin' Shot callin' Walkin' to the top And when we get there believe we closin' shop I'm lettin
spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise, I come out Juvey ride Hot Boyz come out, we all ride I'm 'bout
get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on The haters need to know the world is my own [x2] [Baby] Now all these cars and all these broads Playa
please, pick up your phone I'm on the request line [50 Cent:] G U-nit! [Missy:] This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on) [Chorus:] Is it worth
shooter (Yeah!) I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger (Right!!) I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya (WE GON' RIDE ON ALL Y'ALL
need Don Parrion I don't need Cris Tengo [?] I don't need shit Nigga im [?] G-UNIT [Verse 1: Young Buck] We on the front page then we in the Bahamas
in need) George Bush don't like black people (She take my money...) George Bush don't like black people (...when I'm in need) George Bush don't like black
] Marquis is the man, and I'm on a mission To make a lot of money is my main ambition Fuck niggas, and fuck hoes too The meal is made, so let's eat food
we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our
bullet that he bought Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me Cause they never talk peace in tha black community All we know is
the concrete had damaged petals On the contrary - we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun Well...we are the roses, this is
drastic Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted If we bleed then they suffocate Chokin in terror So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors The prophecy is
