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(feat. The Game, Nas) [Tony Montana from Scarface: talking] All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don't break them for no one. You understand. [Chorus x2: The Game] Lord forgive me my sins, I know it's last minute Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it Spread my wings, if only I could fly Why fight to live homie if we livin to die [Styles P:] I don't give a fuck what many men wish I from the D Block, clickin out semi auto shit P a hustler, I'm a a double levy, penny I get And that's words to my haze and my remy I sip And you can pray to God and play the yard I throw the laser on the 89 and spray your squad Nah, use to have hopes and dreams Now it's locs with coats with triple beams With machine guns fiends. [Chorus x2] [Nas:] Rock the world might be like colors and gangs SongtexteFollow my side brothers would [? ] for different thangs But it all revovle around [? ] and shorties Suffer your bling [? ] for your chain, the same story From checoslovakia, the texas metropilis, the tretorous foxes, and the mexican mafia They scrappin with tats on their backs, valid wars Nuthin less then the lethal injection if ever caught Court rooms, eagles, and flags, american style While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul Whatchin for pain chips, throwin no lead at your child But them gangstas pulloutin your child The berry be out, the chain be like 100k Shining since roxane shaunte made runaway That's been a minute, genisis is deep, my feature are that of a god Is not a [? ], it's a fact that these rappers wanna be Nas. [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania