show time All the wankers and the fakes Don't let the bastards grind you down Don't let the bastards grind you down Can't play, won't play Got a problem
mission No you don't You don't have to listen No you don't To the media hype No you don't No criticism No you don't From a stereotype Take their advice
Übersetzung: Vice Squad. Nein, haben Sie nicht.
no show time All the wankers and the fakes Don't let the bastards grind you down Don't let the bastards grind you down Can't play, won't play Got a
their mission No you don't You don't have to listen No you don't To the media hype No you don't No criticism No you don't From a stereotype Take their
up the ass Don't even ask Why I'm buck wild ? Don't smile don't laugh To the young G's comin up peep game Don't let the money make you change or act
ice, the heist went fast as the Vice Had rushed in, bussin', could you imagine this life? The streets come alive and laugh at your sorrows Leavin' your soul hollow That you
I can't forget da southside Can't forget riverdale I can't forget the hit squad 1017 brick squad Lebron flocka james I go hard in da muhfuckin paint
skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast (Just to let you know) That I'm zone coasted
it knows you well Sellin you a trip to a place called hell You never even thought you'd get hooked Starin in the mirror, scared to look You think about
?" I said, "Nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin' here Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me You and her ain't the two, and
skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast (just to let you know) that I'm zone coasted
rain A foolproof when the full force open you up Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything
see us in? [girl talking] Yo, you know what I need to see u in I need to see you in some briefs *music stops* [jay-z] Briefs!? *singing* No we don't
clyde, my bitch is bonnie) Too sweet Better yet too clean, pickin' the paper Takin' you there like the staples, but they ain't catchin' no vapors You can't
cash up the ass Don't even ask, why I'm buck wild? Don't smile, don't laugh To the young G's comin' up, peep game Don't let the money make you change
