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Aula de Innovacion Educativa – diciembre-enero 2017

    • Lyrics [Tupac & Nas (Eminem) - Thugz Mansion Vs. 25 To Life].
    • [Verse 1: Jim Jones]
      Rumors that were said, shot in cold blood
      Two up in my head, can't talk phone bugged
      Somebody want me dead, but I'm still flossin'
      I rock my jewelry through the scurriest streets
      I keep my ears to the streets
      And I ain't scared of police
      Lord knows that I got various beefs
      So could you pray for the week
      You know the rules play on the sheet
      So we hustle everyday of the week
      That's why we fuck up all the paper we see
      We hit the clubs, fuckin ladies for free
      Getting drunk, off and hazin' the V
      And every couple days we get sweeped
      Around the clock we bumpin' and clickin'
      You gotta watch cause when they come they be blitzin'

      [Chorus: Jim Jones]
      Now this is for my homies and my thugs
      One million in the truck, and the chrome full of sluts (Fully Automatic!)
      You fuckin phonies you'll get plugged (Boom!..Bang!)
      I'm a ghetto nigga for life
      The streets is in my blood (DIPSET!)

      Now this is for my homies and my thugs
      One million in the truck, and the chrome full of sluts (Fully Automatic!)
      You fuckin phonies you'll get plugged (Boom!..Bang!)
      I'm a ghetto nigga for life
      The streets is in my blood (BYRDGANG!)

      [Verse 2: Fatal Hussein]
      Ya niggaz dyin', while you other niggaz is hidin'
      Might be strapped, but you runnin' and ain't ridin'
      So I'm slidin' to the place down the hill
      Where the homies is murda and when its poppin' down to kill
      On the real
      The only way a motherfucker try to survive
      Is knowin' that he 'bout to die, and ride
      I told Face he was the realest in the game
      And he smiled and told me 'Pac was the realest that they came
      In the jungle, I walk like I'm the king of the beasts
      So when you duck huntin', keep movin' cause I'm swingin' the heat
      I might go out of town, move fakin' is none of that
      And never leave up out the hood, the way I can't come back
      Fuck that
      Hussein in the street game frame
      Life is a struggle, so with the heat take aim
      I'm ghetto, don't ever think I'm him its not me
      Cuz I love this motherfucker like pills in a hot tea

      [Chorus]

      [Verse 3: 40 Cal]
      Why ya act like I'm new to this?
      Mack to the uzi clip
      When it comes to beef, we all packed like Luis Rich
      Battlin' is ludacris, half of ya uterus
      Matter fact, Jimmy, pass me the "Kufi List"
      What you think niggaz got goons for?
      The mass menace at ya door like a costume ball (hello)
      My flow is like when you throw a 'Pac tune on
      The only time you get tax is when you cop new 'gords, dog
      I make it happen with no sarcasm
      So it ain't the station wagon, when you see me dodge magnums (get it?)
      If I don't hit you when the clip fills
      Like the show off the blind date, ya know the fifth will
      Break niggaz like big bills, when it peels
      Sit still, shit's real, listen you a kid's meal
      And I eat those, reload, heat blown
      Keep those kilos, cause we go beast mode

      [Chorus]

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