all the years of shame My people are the Navoho, my people are the Cherokee My people are Arapoho, my people are Menominee My people are, my people
Übersetzung: Miller Bill. My People.
you won't hear nobody buryin' me [Juvenile] None of my people would have to pay tax or bills Even all the new niggas oughtta average a mill [Mannie] If
them big meetings for the mills Thats a good look It take me just to compliment the deal Thats a good look Anything you cop I'll split the bill
in them big meetings for the mills Thats a good look It take me just to compliment the deal Thats a good look Anything you cop I'll split the bill Thats
:] Now ain't no need to tell ya'll It's all the way real That's how I make skrill I gotta pay bills Ready to collect all the dolla dolla mills So I can
Rock But I'm nuclear Feel the wrath of the after shock Cause after Rock, rocks the spot, I leave the whole crowd hot On the mic with my nuts in my hand
the streets, People lovin' hip hop, hip hop 4x This is for my people who love hip hop, Say we won't quit, no we won't stop And this for my people
my homies up here (oh) Cause they feel like I chose a career over my peers But I try to tell them love don't pay bills But me spittin these frees and
Tech ninna is never pretending Alone in my bed, a gun to my head, asking WHERE IS MY HAPPY ENDING? Ya [Chorus:] Tell me how it ends? What about me? Where is my
a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor, Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pours, Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, bore
I go to jail you can ?? my people I need you Lord till I come home and be the sequel [Chorus] [Curren$y] I been through a lot of girls in my life But
, we miss you Yeah, to all my niggas that passed away Joe Montana, my sister Lisa [Incomprehensible] my brothers for life, nigga Cali, LV, oh my God
? but bad taste I murder beats you can ask Mace, homie My shit I drop stickier than trash day I ain?t gotta change shit I?m so dangerous And my style
' at ya Aimed exactly atcha, gotcha Shots will drop ya, fade ya propa Rock the spot and make ya holla "Dolla bill y'all" Make a mill with my real dawgs
/ Aimed exactly at 'cha, got'cha/ Shots will drop ya, fade ya proper/ Rock the spot and make ya holler "Dollar bill yall"/ Make a mill with my real dogs
my babies My Mother pay my bills And then my wheelchair I get too old for those reel Who done gave me free meals And they don't see me make mill And
door, Take a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor, Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pours, Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a
