What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people, so why should it be That you and I should get along awfully People are people
What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people So why should it be That you and I should get along awfully People are people
Übersetzung: Dope. People Are People.
understand What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people So why should it be That you and I should get along awfully People are people
Ft. Greene Styles upon styles, but I don't think so Cause people only rock one style at a time If you with it, as long as the Daddy has been You learn that people
and they run non-stop and the jams are hot, to the very last drop POP POP in your car or your Jeep or whatever Sometimes people buy 'em like two and
low on gas, aww fuck it, bout to jack off, go catch a fucking cab. No I'm not lying when I say that brothers are like half But if you're not dying don
shoes, gator cut pocket book Her smile lit up the room a Colgate grin I'm in the Spurs throwback with the old gray Timbs [50 Cent:] You know how many people
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens Cause even our birthdays, are cursed
daddy) But Precious was lonely while Lil' Trigga was makin dough She's slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are
what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" - Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people
two, lives right on the dope track Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac Now what's that say about, this big epidemic This hypocritical world, and the people
in my house I write my raps and hope it pays my mother tried to worn me what comes around goes around selling dope to brothers is bringing my own people
50 Cent] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples
to us like we work for you Selling false hope like some new dope we're addicted to I'm not a desperate man but these are desperate times at hand This
These rappers continue to bite my shit, commit purger Outer space bar treats are still spitting mercury Flow is from outta this planet, women from Venus Men are
we go And I'm back on a beat And fact I'm a be I'm actually Gradually growin up, rollin up A bag of the weed dope as fuck Hittin em up like kimbo bitch