ait dit n'importe quoi Peu m'importe Ce qu'on te raconte de moi Peu m'importe Que tu vives au Four Wheel Drive Qu'on t'accoste On est comme deux Jackson Five
: Les beaux parleurs, les sans pudeurs Les gardes du coeur toujours a l'heure Non, ce n'est pas pour moi Les five clock, les soirees chocs La musique
: Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty five sacks
sisters and old time liberty. Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free. I've got three ships and sixty men, A course for ports unread
barrels of stone We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides We had four million barrels of bone We had five million hogs, six million dogs Seven million barrels of porter
Well i died in penn station tonight, oh lord Well i died in penn station tonight, oh lord In penn station tonight With a toothbrush and a comb Five dollars
to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge [Raekwon
plane, Lord, well it was bringing me down Yeah, I had to get out of Texas, baby, Lord, it was bringing me down I been all around the world, but Port Arthur
loot on, nigga I'm too strong Eat til the food's gone, they placed me on this earth The twin brother of Rich Porter, seperated at birth I got the soul
: (feat. Hell Razah) Live my life [x4] [42 second intro whose speakers are impossible to list individually] [Killah Priest] Five brothers they were
had three million sides of old blind horses hides We had four million barrels of bones We had five million hogs And six million dogs Seven million barrels of porter
I made a habit of never making promises That aren't easy to keep And there you have it but now I'm making one That is to keep you here with me 'Cause
to block I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots He's the biggest boss, comin' outta the MIYayo Straight from the port of Miami To keepin'
into stones Next stop, Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle 'bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
bird hop Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word That I told the chief on Rich Port I don
kid, bounce, do the bird hop Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word That I told the chief on Rich Port
Live my life (4x) *42 second intro whose speakers are impossible to list individually* [killah priest] Five brothers they were layin in the lobby And
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