Music makes me want to die Though no one loves it more than I I can't seem to figure out How to make money? I'm so sick of being broke Using shampoo
Перевод: Get Set Go. Музыка заставляет меня хотеть умереть.
and hope it don't pass him [Chorus:] You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot
my job. Whoo! Makes me feel like Superman! Can you fly? I can. Wanna see? [Chorus] I'm only entertaining you My goal is to stimulate, making you high
me thinking about things that I don't need to think about You wanna change my appearance for the masters, scope me out Undress me, then rearrange me
gonna stop nigga? HECK NO! Shit now let me rip the muh'fucka from the get-go, nigga Let go 'fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow Bitches dancin
make you wyle out in the place that makes you get up and wanna HOP! (Let's do it) Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP! We past makin them
, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the g’s [roc marciano] They don’t Wanna see me twenty pounds heavier On the cellular They wanna see me shot And bellied
of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone
get broken Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and... People always askin me, how your shit be sellin For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon Police throwed me
jockin The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop [2x] [Chorus] Is ya man on the flo? If he ain't... Let me know Let me see if you can run it, run
a lick (nope) make me bleed And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal* (Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed When you get
s gotta be disgustin' Err, shit make me wanna throw up It's big boy music, it should make me wanna grow up Flows like selvage, it just make me wanna
should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies Get your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facing a recession But the music y
Turn your thing on speakerphone We can get it on Set your mind on Freaky mode Where you wanna go? Feel the buzz grow Let it glow To your head
you wanna stay, but you have to go Grab the gun powder, blast the calico Time to saddle up, this ain't a talent show You wanna battle what? Bullets that
the stress wanna give you my best, Lord I can't sing with this hanging over me But the show must go on, Lord, set me free [Toby:] Hello [Cupid:] Yo Tob
