in the air A minute past midnight a minute past midnight the countdown is over now another year has passed us by a new year has just begun I thought
Übersetzung: One Dollar Short. A Theme For A New Years .....
you a declaration I make to myself this time A minute past midnight the countdown is over now another year has passed us by a new year has just begun
like a mad man nothing but hits Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits Dodging cop cars look how we come so far Picture a high school drop out Rolling a
on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for
a cobra The world's hot my son got not evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge of coke
by liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies
the pound for the tough individual runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General walk one day in the shoes of a criminal death disease keep
a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin' A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin' loose for nothin' Money earnin' rapper
stacking for Have things that a rapper never dreamed of having And I can tell them how to get it just keep rapping Life's a battle, headed for the new
, we're goin' freaky We gonna funk it, track for track Dangerous Crew style Ant Banks, let me flip this one more time Ya ready? All you brand new rappers got a new
' these switches I'm wicked for digits forgive me God for the truth but I fiends for Cheddar like a smoker with a sweet tooth Got game from Legit & 40 C Mac & Short
about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set
your coffins in the court We even-steven, fuck that, my time and rent is short I've been writin' songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport One year has gone
back I ain't playing creep your avenue in all black Bust shots like a New Year day blast And I ride all day like a bus pass Grinding hard for the bread
for the tough individual Runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General Walk one day in the shoes of a criminal Death disease keep your luxuries to a
