concrete hole ? Yer war on drugs got no soul, yer hired thugs got no soul You hippy trash got no soul, yer yuppie cash got no soul Yer video clips,
Překlad: Cop Shoot Cop. Nemám Soul.
Housing developments are built on the bodies Of punks who wouldn't party Big shots are called from the pen's inner sanctum Where the mega-gees regulate the streets, fuck release They got
blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle that God gave me this Tec, now I'm eatin' Cop it, chop it, profit is all for sale Cocaine, 'Candy Rain', 'I'm Soul
night Yeah, what the deal playboy? Just rest your soul I be holding it down yo still love the dough Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go Got
Until holice got in the yard and cold stormed the shit We jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, nigga) hizzy I threw my daddy the nine I shot one cop
nigga now, I don't, and the shit don't stop, yea, Till the casket drops, yea, I'm all that I've got, got, got... [Layzie:] Once upon a time, There was
downtown Then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't come back out I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggaz shot up Seen niggaz get knocked the fuck out and never got
up in a big fight And told me not to come home until I got my shit right So now I'm livin' in my grandma's home My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids
[Havoc:] Yeah! Watup, son? [Styles:] Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk shit over this one [Havoc:] Told you I got you my nigga.
the souls My goal is to sit on the globe like North Poles And that's the top mane; goin' hammer like a glock can All flowing grammar; no shots strayin
rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill shot and spin I, wit you got is men I she top they droppin' did I, you got popped in the
Chickens that'll run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear ya Sean John and Phat Farm up I never got a Soul Train award Never lost to emcee's as lame as
spot Makin' you bop, makin' my way to the top Breakin' the lock, takin' a shot at the title Ready to rock at my rivals Like Pac everything I drop is the Bible Cop
to Maryland Feinds knockin' at the door, Go 'head nigga let 'em in Yea we poppin', Cop 4 ki's when the cheddars in Niggaz I ain't worryin, send shots
I'm just tryna find my way out this f-cking kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn one to two now my kilo's got a sibling father knows
knoll I shoot my mouth off take my top off on Get my rocks off on Prada knockoff I'm gone, I cop rock on the dope block I'd rather rot than cop dope I
Big and 'Pac too If they didn't they know who did, they got to Who they serve and protect, nigga not you Cops shot off of ten G's but they got glocks
