Life in a civilized society. Can't you see that it has made you weak. You wouldn't survive in this world alone. A life without hardship is all that you've ever known.
[Intro]. Yeah-yeah. Yeah-yeah, yeah. . [Hook]. Hope you get to see it all there. I hope you get to feel it alright. Or maybe (?) all there. Maybe (?) all there.
Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing?. Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing?. No desire, no ambition leads me. Maybe it's because nobody needs me.
[Noreaga]:. Thugged out Millitainment. "Def Jam Vendetta". We comin' at ya'll. Straigh to the STREETS.... Yeah, we have the M.O.P. shit. - the M.O.P. shit.
Calling the police calling the G men. Calling all americans to war on the underworld. . All I need is money and I'm getting that money tonight. . Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this be Boy.
"Yeah, they talkin about rap.". "We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.. It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine..
Uhh, uhh.... Uhh, uhh.... M.O.P. in the house, kid.. BLAU! You know what I'm sayin? Check this out.. Lil Fame's a trigga nigga.. Billy Danze a trigga nigga..
You left me there on the cold, cold street. And I still got love for you babe. Told me stories that were incomplete. And I've still got love for you babe.
Some paths will not forget you. Some roads remember footsteps, yeah. Even though you left. . Some paths will not forget you. Some roads remember footsteps, yeah, yeah.
Sube, sube, sube bandera del amor. Pequeño corazón y brilla como el sol. Y canta como el mar. . Canta como el viento, peinador de trigo. Canta como el rio, canta pueblo mío.
Si se calla el cantor calla la vida. Porque la vida, la vida misma es todo un canto. Si se calla el cantor, muere de espanto. La esperanza, la luz y la alegría.
Solo le pido a Dios. Que el dolor no me sea indiferente. Que la reseca. Muerta no me encuentre. Vacio y solo sin haber hecho lo suficiente. Solo le pido a Dios.
No sé para qué volviste. Si yo empezaba a olvidar. No sé si ya lo sabrás. Lloré cuando vos te fuiste. No sé para qué volviste. Qué mal me hace recordar.
Wup that hoe [x13]. . [Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]. Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy). Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya).
(Hook). 'Cause bitch we shoot 'em first. We don't ask questions later. We're Triple 6, Triple 6 fuckin' haters. And it's on if you niggaz. Wanna bring it to the door.
[Project pat] man, I'm tired of this shit. you need to get yo shit, and get. [La Chat] Fuck you, you get yo muthafuckin shit. I don't give a fuck who name on the light bill.
{Chorus: repeat 2x}. They some salt shakers, they shakin' shakin' on your girl. They some salt shakers, they shakin' shakin' on your girl. They some hating ass hoes and they all up in your grill.
[Juicy J]. Yeah, you niggas about to witness somethin'. You have witnessed before you know what I'm sayin'?. *cough* All dat good shit yeah.... . [La Chat: Chorus].
Slob On My Cat,. Get it nice and wet. Check in with me,. Holla at La'Chat. . Fuck with your girl (girl). Lick on my pearl (pearl). Suck up all the nut,.
I'm not Pygmalion. Hooked by failure. Ruled as a juvenile. Aged as an infantile. Subject to the ladder. . Ruined by affection. Excepted by exception. Predicted on a graph.