You're the centre of me You are the way it all works out And I keep going on, before you finally found me/(realign me) You're the timing of me You are
译文: 埃特米莱路. 我的中心.
译文: 八奇迹. 我的中心.
me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you sloppy You know that I'm eight levels above you
me, nigga I GOT IT! When you see me in the hood - muhfucker don't talk to me! 'Less you wan' talk about usin' a Hawk for me. When Al blew Black away
the center When I entered I spent it cause it was like dope But on the real-a he was jackin' me for scratch Cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me
I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
When the mic be light As twice as shipp advice to my homies who write me in te pine Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail With their laberty
And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, papa That's what he said, papa, only eighty-eight bucks You ain't gettin' eighty-eight cents from me, Rose
you can feel yourself fallin' Into a new dimension, can't you feel the tension? Don't let me forget to mention The underground is puttin' their two cents
, hit 'em Yo, lemme, do it again, do it to win Last album was a eight, this one is a ten And when Capone come home, we gon' triple the cent Yo, I love
gangsta nigga.. yeah They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's Now you can find me, girlie behind me
it movin, nigga [Beanie] Aiyyo I pray to the God MC to bless me Wit a ill ass flow and sick ass dough Where it don't make no sense that hundreds and cents
gonna catch me in the nude like a Samantha Fox Listen dude but I got dollars and cents You don't gotta promise me to pay my rent, I got that Catch me
's hair} Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see Mama hold math like caller I.D. Chose the path that chose me I'ma tell you like G O D told me Greed,
bowling bowl with the three finger-holes lined up as the creature's eyes and open mouth.) Prof. Von Fission: "Yes, that's right. Cost me a dollar thirty-eight
Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh Son of a gun we're gonna have big
fifty cent piece Your girlfriend, c'mere Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty Bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place We fucked in forty-eight
