I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches, I figure it takes
About a million or 500.000 tapes
To become officially gold or platinum status
That's why I'm always at this
Practise, in and out tha studio 24-7
My occupation, this is how I make my livin'
I get harrassed mostly everywhere I go
Can do my thing without a motherfuckin' popo
All up in my mix, cause I'm tryin' to maintain 
And get a grip light weight fame
Born and raised in tha valley south Vallejo
The northern part of Cali, 'bout my mail
Struggle and
Heute Kann Uns Die Welt Gestohlen Bleiben lyrics

Da rappelt dieser blöde Wecker morgens in der Früh

man würde gern noch weiterschlafen und hat weiche Knie.
Das rechte Bein
das linke Bein
die Augen sind noch zu

so fängt es immer wieder an
die Zeit vergeht im Nu.
Dann rennt
 strive all my life in a world of grief
Sucker motherfuckers wanna knock me of my feet
But Imma keep on steppin' and gettin' bigger
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga

I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches

Not to long ago I'm off to the bank to cash my cheque
The lady  teller wouldn't give me no damn respect
She started acting hella snotty, kinda prejudiced
I guess she didn't like the way that a nigga was dressed
Before I could even get my foot in the door, right
The bitch already had a brother like me stereo-typed
Ready to push the button 
Trust In Me lyrics

Written by Sherman and Sherman.
Hold still please.
Trust in me,
Just in me.
Close your eyes,
And trust in me.
We can sleep safe and sound,
Knowing I am around.
Slip into silent slumber.
Sail on a silver mist.
Slowly but surely,
Your senses will 
ith no delay
I said wait a minute, baby, you mistakin' me for Andre
I'm not a ... rat head wanna be
I wouldn't rob a fuckin' bank for publicity
I get it honestly, legally so have no fear
I make more in a week than you do in a year
Straight out tha geto, hillside resident
Sick wid it records and tapes, and I'm the president
So don't go thinkin' that every brother is out to get ya
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga

I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches

Sometimes my language is vulgar, lotsa profanity
I try not to trip when kids parents be sw
Savoure Le Rouge lyrics

(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas)
Savoure-moi, savoure-toi
Savoure le rouge, mon amour
Savoure-moi, savoure-toi
Savoure le rouge, mon amour.
Say !
Si je dessinais sur toi
Des serpents, des serpents en argent
Tu voudras voir des marais de sang
ating me
18 and over, that's what you gotta be
To purchase my tape and make sure you got I.D.
That's all I can say so mommy and daddy need to peep
It ain't my fault the kids dump it off the streets
They hear it at school, walkin' home and everywhere they go
And most of the violence come from movies on HBO
The shit that I be spittin' is real cause I'm real see
I'm out to make a meal, do you feel me
Holdin' my own cause I'm grown and intelligent
Try to knock my hustle? That shit is irrelevant

I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches