been sold out and used And I must make some changes in my life 'Cause I refuse to let people walk on me I got this feeling I've been sold out and used
Пераклад: З нуля. Прададзена.
my side [the game] Cos when the sun come up - from behind the sea, Niggas see me behind the B, E N T. don't stand for entertainment, Stands for zero
chorus my mansion is on 40 acres who da neighbors call me brain from the lakers that ass paper call me brain from the lakers that ass paper (repeat)
MANY WAYZ ND TOO MANY TO EM UR HOMEBOY CANT GET IT IM TOO READY TO DO IT TO EM TO MANY GUN OUT HERE GET PULLED TO MANY SLUGDES OUT HERE GET BUST LEAVE
W.D. Feraud To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas and Barbados Tobago's, separated us from slave boats Made our own brothers hate us from Virgin
t want it, I'ma still grab the bat Think I give a what? I'ma 'Get down, go hard' type of what 'Bring it to the yard' type what Four, four, one, zero,
' out of motherfuckin' control A major factor playin' a white man's game man Sneak in and sneak out, campaign champagne and clam thang Game can be sold
assasin, second to none and steadily blastin' All of my niggas that know me ain't askin' what I be doin' to get this cash And ?? went out of fashion
by the goons Who ride in fairy's wombs And stole the road the other way And sold tomorrow to yesterday and I know the feeling of pushing you out of a
ma still be sittin in drops And I'm in a benz, comin through, doin two, pumpin lilo Bought the cut jewels from Tif, cause the feds are watchin Tito Stepped up from
the evolution Clean up the pollution and let the rhetoric grow So your records get sold and with each blow You give, adds tad more gold to eat whole out
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' Hit Mike Jones up on the low, 'cause Mikes Jones about to blow 2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' Hit Mike Jones
came too late [Chorus 1 & 2] The chance has fallen but I'm still awake My chances at zero (at zero, zero, zero...) Breath for the last time, a help out
to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold and they eventually sold
free to get somewhere The deed is undone and the surface awaits But she fell from his grasp as the earth began to quake Deeper she fell until out of sight
Trippin' on the heart of the bad machine Rippin' thru the shreds of a lame-o scene Layin' out the rules whatcha gonna do two zero zero zero baby comin
