Перевод: Девять дней. Это музыка.
what I've got, what I've got, what I've got Maybe it's what I wamt, what I want, what I want Oh this music, this music Maybe it's all I got, all I got
I've got, what I've got, what I've got Maybe it's what I wamt, what I want, what I want Oh this music, this music Maybe it's all I got, all I got, all
is it worth it? Look at my life how is it perfect? Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn't workin? You see this finger, oh it's upside down Here let me turn this
far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can't keep my nine straight, Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting
rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this Terrorist, lyricist, for your
the beat and then scream and shout We gonna hit you with the shit we got here We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd) Keep it movin like this
Missing you, magic crew ( Listen up) This sudden end to my days Makes me wish I'd changed my ways Spent more time with the posse One-t, nine-t, bull
in music, I specialize selling guns ... nine and music Towards that run from the days that come back to it ... bitch ... the next time I use it This
to sweat Hittin' somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One, Nine, Nine, Nine Anno Domini Anything goes Be what you
the city in vain Fallin' deep into the pits of the game This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times, vesh crimes Nickel play the nine
coppin' keep the bottles poppin' This time around either your in or your out This time around you better watch your mouth This time around you gon' hang or bang This
music. It's all about the music... All about, all about the music... (Bone, Bone, Bone Thug...) Everyday, everday... It's all about the music, it's all
buck dog) Could you tell me where you run to (When the road you on is a dead end left wid borrowing and begging) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When all this music
this oughtta solve this problem of mine And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all of the time 'Cause I'm Shady, they call me as crazy as this world was Over this
This the year of the BlackSmith Talib Kweli, Kwame, let's go Yeah, niggas don't listen Back in the days we all used to listen Now shit is so wack, nobody
are the tools of the trade that we use to get paid When we cruise on escapades and escalades with guns to blaze We been this ways since the younger days
Or not a shillin' This is love it or hate it music But, at least we made it music And we didn't make it industry This is gon' be interesting This'll be
