译文: 7A3. 富贵逼人.
is walkin the nation, takin boys and girls And all I say to myself is it's a mad, mad world It's a mad, mad world, whether poor or rich Because you'
mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
pain and the sorrow The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love) I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor And all the above All the above (x7
come back stop messin' with my head She was my summer love Then it got serious She moved back to her momma?s And got delirious She went back with her ex Kept me a secret Then gets mad
gonna harass me Ask me the same ol' bullshit questions Knowin' I'm a thug with bud for days Keepin' a pistol in my possession But a thuggish ruggish
have ya noddin like ya hopped out 3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a we folks all day Ager, Sneek an the B.A. put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught
The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society Actuality, it's a formality How can I
stress to this just keep god first in your life even when it feels like he aint blessin it if u get mad like i get mad then you be mad like everyday
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
still in his pants, they never get a chance I tell them I'm alone and I'm only 13 Lookin' for a good time, ya know what I mean? Bring me some Funions and a
rub the heads of black music with a Japanese assistant What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame As I see 'em watching bet There's a
this place Where these niggas learn to better pain and stress Look a murderer in the face, comin' up with a wilder range You're blitzed 1, 2, 3 and to
my hat. Mutha fuckers outta line Gettin laid down flat, I'm a show you how a real nigga act [Chorus:] Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas 3 hard mutha fuckas 3
erase them A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty ways Who's Benz I hit two twins in a blue Vince? And we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals
mad you mad So tell em S.Y.M If you hatin' you a lame Shame on dem You a lame (x3) Ol' pussy ass nigga You a lame (x3) Ol pussy ass nigga
muerto Quiero abrazarte y apapacharte Siente mis labios tan salientos por besarte [Verse 3] As a innocent child all you see is the silence But once you grow into the world
