Traducción: Conflito. Eles disseram que.
if you're not it's just tough shit The elite are brainwashed into believing that they are respected and highly valued Rewarded with a higher salary bribed with that
to me than the persons I've raised? I guess I'm saying that to say the opportunity That they just don't equate to all the time they take away From the
like I'm ready for war, is that all you got? Heard the mack was talkin' this And that 'bout some of my incidents said I smoke and snatchin' purses you
never be the same, a fire in a glass to keep us warm 'Cause they know, I know that they don't look like me Oh, they know, I know that they don't sound
glass house They want to bring us down, then drag us out It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing
' to kill me! So I went back and read the first few letters that said Some shit about a message you left Oh shit, that's not an "E" that's an "A"
dolla in a dream But its all a n-gga got so its about that green And im all up in that spot Hey [Verse 1] Yeah the mental state of a young black genius conflicted
base Bass boom will make the crowd sing Synchronize to the poop that they're espousing And syncopate to the stupid, take a thousand Sinning like every excuse they
the things, that they said I did But I'm not, who they say I am; I am who you made me to be and I'm changing in that, and it takes a few moments But
war soldier guide me I'm tryin' to be wit you ain't a army that can stop me Told me team the dream and automatically they knock me Said ya beat me down
lie back Let me stimulate your mind, body and soul, I know you want to try that Now motherfucker can you buy that, tell me baby can you buy that? I got
this is my own hell We want to Cali to hook with QD3 They wanted the superstar to be me Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west they signed me
Be surprised who could turn around an' bust on y'all Catch your mother or your sister comin' out of the mall Bang holes through they coats an' they Macy
Jus like, jus like, jus like, a thug holiday If it wasn't for, all these killings, all these conflicts in religions Muslims, Jews, and Christians would know that They
Geah Thug shit, check this out Compton, geah I don't think they heard me on this one I said: compton, nigga! That's how we doin it Regulating for all
Heard it all before --- Janet Gabriel I've given you the benefit (..of the doubt) I trusted everything you did Though they said you played around Now