Tekster:
Pay Money To My Pain Bury

Now, i have to see it This is for my love Open this heart and my mind Let me believe Now, i have to lisen again This is for my love Remember why im

out my mouth Respect and got the money son, that's all that it's about No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real niggaz

though Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!) [D-Loc] What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine? Put your money where your mouth

like a hoe, tell em D-Loc (Violent J - Spit!) (D-Loc) What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine? Put your money where your mouth is, I'll

that blasphemy in here Makaveli, the new breed and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me, remember what my pops told me My family

need you, and I don't want you, World that left me blind. 4 kids in Memphis, should pay me 5 dollars. I wrote this song and they said they would pay

my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home // My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone // With a pen in my

money changed and killed my life downfall of my holy faith there's no another ways to end a game with my gift to foretell downfall of my holy faith

out my way is what you better do My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift? You get