lost hope I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke and still I rise now I float cowards ghost Whenever we come around, I’m runnin down clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound I used to hustle with my moms till the sun came My homey Harm doin time from this drug game Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops [Khadafi] In ninety-six my glock’s …
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lost hope I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke and still I rise now I float cowards ghost Whenever we come around, I’m runnin down clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound I used to hustle with my moms till the sun came My homey Harm doin time from this drug game Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops [Khadafi] In ninety-six my glock’s …
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esta es mejor que la versión original, 2PAC=HIP-HOP POR SIEMPRE.
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