[Pre-chorus]
I wish them death by hanging
You tell me I was right
I went out to wage war
I I lost my way home
We've been through Hell
The troubles and the hard years
If you don't want me to take your head
All my djinn I have to lock them up
[Verse 1]
They want to be too fast they want to stop me
I'm in the tropics, shea butter ©
Vulgarity, I'm only good at ripping
The tar, I fuck them so stop
They would like to see me on the chair
Never the power can be bought
Don't worry, brother, there are balls
There are weapons and cartridge cases
Bikes and cowhide
I'm live from Dubai
Poto, untraceable phone
Don't worry, the real ones know
The fake ones, in two years will be gone 'put it to that
Big guy, see life while you're alive
Control your impulses and desires
I'm going around town, two bottles, I have no longer afraid
Son of a bitch, act like a man, come and take my life
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[Chorus]
Is the time is it money?
Is time money?
You can make up for it
But can you make up for time ?
Is time money?
Is time money?
Is is time money?
Is time money?
[Verse 2]
AK-47 on the mother lodie
(AK-47 on the melody)
I'm taking it easy in the Maldives on a stilt
(I'm taking it easy in the Maldives on a stilt)
I put them deep (I put them deep, deep, deep, deep)
In the class always been at the bottom (always been at the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom)
These sons of bitches are beating us up at the PAF
There are boxes of dirt blocked in the apartment
You know we don't talk, there are whores I don't have any
I'll fuck your mother, my dad's advice
The biff' or the papache, brothers at the morgue, I'm thinking of them
Tears I have the dead, tears I have the dead
The biff' or the pigs, faced with these bastards I have no remorse
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