الأغاني:
This Century Other

[x2] I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I get one

will never ever let you live this down, down, down Not for nothing, I've foreseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more chances, if you blow this

'mma just blast Hollow point tips off in that ass Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga Is the nigga that's standin' up last Countin' this cash, still doin' this

Belongs to the house where my father died Where prisoners march in luck step with each other Reavers test the limit of their reign Dragging their dead weight from the other

leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big phat house with a million stash You other niggaz got this

t allow us to bloom and blossom, I swear this Vegas nights was awesome but adios I blow my own dice before I toss 'em, loss 'em some other muthaf-ckers

and Layzie Bone, the greatest niggas y'all (Layzie) Burna and Dub, you see Ain't none of you fake niggas gon' trouble me You catch me in this century

getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant 'cause they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this

room turn they head around? Mr. Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on crunk Who be riding up in the high-rise elevator Other