Слова:
Million Dead Breaking The Back

my chest, telesales made me a man. and everything was going to be ok, but the making of the man was the breaking of the back upon the rock of everyday

, tele-sales made me a man.(x2) And everything was going to be ok, but the making of the man was the breaking of the back upon the rock of everyday hostility

bike I'm having flashbacks of Henney, jetskis blasting semi's together We possessed the chemistry, make history eventually They thought we'd break the penititeniary Made his mom break

[verse 1] [scarface] (bring it back) I bring it back with all my old school game No matter how you hate the og, you can't change him See, cause to me

of me, WE got the U-A-C (come on) And in back of me, yo WE got the U-A-C And in front of me (BAW!) is a dead man G! We hit em hard! .. Kick it

, man, there you go You and that pipe just dogging the hoes In the City of Dope, and the story goes Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves

I got to get my groove back, you know Been a minute yeah ( i don't know what i'm doin') yeah uh Label me greedy but see me finish what petey started

shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots Ten o'clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black Lean back in

that I call 'em, back from the essence Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over Know what I'm sayin'? it's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your