Letras:
Link 80 Nothing Left

nothing to say too late for your confessions too late to get it off your chest you existance is pathetic, you have nothing left.

ever be alone... Too late for your confessions, too late to get it off your chest. Your existence is pathetic, you have nothing left...

Bro, what's poppin'? It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do

*tch and do nothing for so long. Watch it all fall down around you while you sit safe at home, we're packing up and moving on and you'll be left alone

through the chest through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers Who become rich as dope dealers? Nothing left

through the chest through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers Who become rich as dope dealers? Nothing left

(feat. Twista) Bro what's poppin It's bout time real shy town niggas link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista let's get it in

: (feat. Twista) Bro what's poppin It's bout time real shy town niggas link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista let's get it

through the chest through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers Who become rich as dope dealers? Nothing left