Cadillac, welcome to the concrete jungle Were you when or citizen, til the police mind beat upon you [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] [Outro: Half-A-Mill] Half-A
, show 'em the beam Show 'em how Daddy lean in the convertible Jag, 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag I'm not a blood or a
Show 'em the beam Show 'em how Daddy lean In the convertible Jag 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag I'm not a blood or a crip
putain de societe parallele, On a le vent dans le dos pret a voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas... Non y'a pas de place pour
em the beam Show 'em how Daddy lean In the convertible Jag 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag I'm not a blood or a crip, I'
de societe parallele, On a le vent dans le dos pret a voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas... Non y'a pas de place pour tout ca
'em the beam Show 'em how Daddy lean In the convertible Jag 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag I'm not a blood or a crip,
t been the same And four menace to the homies in jail [AWOL] I had a homie, T-Black, you can say T.P A down motherfucker from the K.P.C You see kickin
milly I got my crew with me, big like Pun , nigga Yo, yo [Chorus x2: Half-A-Mil] A party aint a party till its thugged out Thugged out, we in the club
de societe parallele, On a le vent dans le dos pret a voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas... Non y'a pas de place pour tout
vest And we G.A.M.E. we can B.A.N.G.(now!) Y'all ain't a threat, y'all niggaz is our pets You mutts go in the bars, y'all younguns go play fetch (Say
