Por que los medios te censuran por llamarte (Hip-hop)? ?Por que?, ?Por que? (?Por que no?) ?Por que?, ?Por que? (es lo que me pregunto?) [Nach] ?Por
Acordandome de ti me pierdo en un papel que anida en silencio tu voz por escrito cuanto me quisiste ayer y yo que no pude ver la fuerza de tu amor jurandome
Life, I wonder Will it take me under, I don't know Imagine smokin' weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle
Writen by Vaughn Horton Key of E Demo made by Hank Williams 1949 This is on the 10CD box set. (E) I'M A'HEADIN' BACK TO DIXIE, THAT'S THE
Motherfuckin' Dre, ahh Whassup my nigga? Sup NaSs? Chillin' God Niggaz is up in here hittin' some of this chronic, nigga Yeah and this chocolate over
This is what, this what they want huh? This is what it's all about What? Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, you know I mean
Hello, whassup girl? Ain't nothin', this nigga in here stressin' Talkin' that old off the wall back to Africa shit again What, that God Body shit? Yeah
Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they Done did to Jimmy and Lee Mmm hmm, damn, man I can't take it, man Sho' can't You think this is gonna eva' change
I shot the motherfucker back, right out the ass son For niggaz don't know how to act, what the deal son I shot the motherfucker back, no doubt son For
Yo, release what's in me Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny Instead of diet plans it's crack
Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder It's sort of like the conclusion, the color purple Niggas is
Uhh, what, what, uhh Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key Everybody's lookin' for
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that Yo, I never brag, how
Q.B. since 1933 to 9 6 Check the shit, 9 6 Escobar 600, check the shit My mindset, son got wet, I'm vexed really They snatched off his Rolex, smacked
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out, get fucked an' ate out
They never realized, how real NaS, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be
Damn, look how muhfuckers use a nigga Just use me for whatever the fuck they want I don't get to say shit Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
