Empire State Building's turning off it's lights The refrigerator stops and suddenly it's quiet I never noticed the ceilings were so low I never saw
Käännös: Low Millions. Patsas.
you with that battery I'll hit your whole team with caps and I don't mean salaries, nigga I already got dough now I'm chasin the power I'm the statue
of pounds, And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life
!) Verse Two Ay, look heaven or hell, you choose Freedom or jail, you lose I cant stop em as hot as the devils shoes Overcame a low life status to blow
(D-Elite.. state your naaaame, gangsta!) [Tre' Little] C'mon, Tre' Little don status, hold my dick I came in this game like it's more than rap (c'mon
If I'd die today, remember me like John Lennon Bury the Louis, I'm talkin' all brown linen Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty Put a statue
in black Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black While y'all half-assing, nigga my pants sagging I'm getting money and my swagging black flagging Million dollar status
every morning I get dressed in black. While your half ass looking at my pants sagging, I'm getting money, and my swagging and black flagging. Million dollar status
and just start bustin, Right after I hear the last verse of self destruction, This liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome, To let you know that time without morse dangerom (? ? ), (nigga) I low
rap large, cats with champion thoughts get thinner No minks displayed, y'all freeze this winter Girls react to wack status, get tantalized with stunning Operation black status
statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit Explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal
I like, I just grab one Party and bullshit, book trips have fun Get paid, get money, get dough Get laid, get honeys, get low Platinum status what I live for Sold four million
both at home and overseas. The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen thousand million pounds - in whose pocket? * Throughout the world millions of
as much as I need Bread, my mamma covered me under the shadow With the niggas that I meet on the street that I have to battle At a celebrity status, opportunities
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns (As the world turns murderin' methods, Outlaw) Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions And acquired the desired status
tree for all to see, for coming against me, the God of Israel, and my Son whom you impaled. Libety's Statue It's laid so low, sure no ones to blame
and just start bustin, right after I hear the last verse of self destruction, this liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome, to let you know that time without morse dangerom (??), (nigga) I low
