four-way split, the pocket money's hit And all of me is broke I got four heads inside my mind Four rooms I'd like to lie in Four selves I want to find
Übersetzung: Wer, der. Vier Gesichter.
kidnapper Rookie nigga wig splitter Make copies for the rapture It's all on you nigga Oh, I'm comin for the capture What you wan' do nigga Mystikals who
by the Feds So I'ma get me a brick, break it down to all O's Sell 'em for six, to let my cliental roll Buy four more ki's sell two, and sit on two Cause
bubble people call me Lex Luger I pull up in a expedition they be like ah no,no,no he didn't Tattoes and fast cars, Do you know who we are? I'm Lil' Weezy
too In a minute I?ma have the jeweler makin? my rims spin My crew run wild at the Jamaica?s at Kingston Nothin? but bling bling in ya face boy That?
arrival keeps you ready for sho! (sure) Lesson four can bring us more of an insight to this section Especially when we start discussing the dead's resurrection Remember Paul wrote, those who
in heat But at four in the morning, she couldn't be beat A plate of chicken wings and a stack of fries Trying to see who's looking from the corner of
My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
: (feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) [Tupac:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even
bullshittin, niggaz was dyin and catchin cases Bustin my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leavin no trace, they see my face and they buried
til we trade places Tell the world I feel guilty to bein anxious Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist It's hard to face this, cold world
hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces laid
mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. [Verse Two] Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin Shouldn't (?) if you ain't kill nuttin Now you gotta face
-four/seven Money's my mission, just a nigga tryin to make a livin These busta tricks don't want no mail They spendin they riches on skanless bitches who
to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black youth of the ghettos And one by one we are being wiped off the face of
upon them bastards Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts
ain't got no mutha fuckin friends Thats why I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the