whole rap shit (Come on) You could see the way I make 'em mad sick From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick (Come on) Log on you better
with the territory compare the story stuck to the fridge, to that of the hermit living under the bridge One counts his blessings and asks what are my debts? The other collects cash
dirty rat, manuevered through traps and torched doors Plastic explosives, bags of C-4 [Killa Sin] Yo, flash a cannon, deliver these clowns in understandin That Cash
's Who do u be, tell me tell me That's a nigga [Incomprehensible] Who do u be, tell me tell me Steady cruisin' with your mind on the cash Everything
nobody Left 'em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors Money! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door Pass me all the cash
at Las Vegas casinoes Wit about 100 G's worth of c-notes Lookin at all these pretty hoes Gettin beeps from my niggas 'bout some cash flow I gotta head
I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite
Main Ingredient' 'The Main Ingredient' 'The Main Ingredient' 'The Main Ingredient' 'The Main Ingredient' 'The Main Ingredient' Hit the third verse off kid This cap is peeled layin' joints like a minefield When dynamite
, niggas talkin to much Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog tied [Kenny Cash] You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods Kenny Cash, the Bronx
Her credit cards are in the trunk We don't want that junk We want the money, and we want it in cash Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite stuck togethe
Banks] Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this Chorus: Niggas in Oakland all day long Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn Making cash
besorgt mir Gasgranaten, horst du wie es zischt? Ich klatsch den Bankautomaten Blaulicht Gewitter, TNT Sperrgebiet Mord Bitterknast Gitter jeder smoked Dynamit
this whole rap shit, Come On! You can see the way I make em act sick from down bottom The way I got em gimme my cash quick, Come On! Rock on, you better
em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors {Busta Rhymes} MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door Pass me all the cash
parlo Rit:(Crono e Paxi) Questa dynamite (Meg) Diana e Nagy piu Crono e Paxi (Crono e Paxi) Questa dynamite (Crono) sul beat, col mio click, qua, parte la bomba (Crono e Paxi) Questa dynamite
key right to her door Waiting (for drugs law), livin the china white If you got her high enough you could fuck her with a stick of dynamite Tie her up
pris en moi la place d'un virus qui attaque le corps. Aux avant-postes des ripostes les plus conscientes. Je prefere vous parler cash, et eviter la