Alter, ich bin flinker als der! Und solang' er mich nicht kriegt, lauft er nur hinter mir her. Ich nehm' die Beine in die Hand, lauf uber Stock und Stein
from my actions, mistakes I'll exonerate I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face Talking funds, niggas ain't never seen stock I don't need
no favors Nobody gave us shit, we made us The Rap Pack, I'm Sinatra, Dame's Sam Davis Big's the smart one on the low like Dean Martin We came in this
less hoe You need to worry about, ya feelin' me? Hey man check this out man I got the shit to sock it to my pocket Like the stock market You know what
why I put it all in ink We ain't black or white Matter fact we are, but we don't have to fight or kill Maybe Malcom would've been alive still Maybe Martin
the top So I put in work and stack at night, determination is all I got On the grind I scheme and plot whatever it takes to raise my stock I'm breaking
results from my actions, mistakes I'll exonerate I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face Talking funds, n-ggas ain't never seen stock I
in alignment (uh) The renegade, Allahu Akbar, rock star Tossing homemade grenades, CD's at NYPD cop cars Just to get the revolution to pop off Fraudulent stock
Know-it-all Missus a lot and Private Stock Corporal Punishment 'bout to blow his mind Mister Mock, Mister Completely Miss De Plot, Miss Story Mister Call, Mister De Gaulle The aging Mister Martin
[Bad Azz] We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin The stock market crashed, they watchin my
dollar signs im not tryin to see yea...ah fuck a fair one. when i get mine the fast way, ski maske way, blunts in the ash tray, aston martin, parten
slash signatures on the credit card Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana, bad with the hammer My dun power through a hundred grand up Words from the Martin Luther
internet? Uh, and if I try to pirate it for free I'll get aids? I would have guessed scurvy. Well, see you later ghost of Dr.Martin Luther King Jr. Wanna
one less hoe you need to worry about ya feelin me? Hey man check this out man I got the shit to sock it to my pocket like the stock market you know
you put your armpits In a drum machine, good God Break me off some of that, come on Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock To bounce
free will. [Martin Harrison] lt's indeed you're the murderer. [Roxie Hart] Shooting a burglar ain't murder. Just last week jury sent a man [Martin
no men, I take hold of her hand And I begin Chorus 'round the corner, here comes martin He's alone now, he tries smiling He roams around his well stocked
God Lewis Rich slash signatures on the credit card Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana bad with the hammer My dun power through a hundred grand up Words from the Martin
