paroles de chanson Time Is Money - SPM
Order
in
the
court!
The
courtroom
asks
Carlos
Coy
to
step
up
to
the
witness
stand.
Do
you
swear
to
tell
the
truth,
nothing
but
the
truth,
so
help
you
God?
Yeah
I′ll
begin
when
I
started
gettin'
violent,
sir
Screwin′
in
my
muthafuckin'
silencer
I
grabbed
my
'stol,
and
then
I
felt
the
coldness
People
stood
around
as
I
told
this
Ferocious
confession
of
relentless
aggression
I
was
taught,
to
shoot
first
and
then
ask
questions
I
sold
rocks,
I
was
raised
with
no
pops
My
four
glocks,
twistin′
hoes
like
door
knobs
Bitch
offered
me
the
pussy,
so
I
took
it
They
call
me
a
crook,
cuz
that′s
short
for
crooked
Stayin'
high
as
Hell,
and
drunk
as
fuck
You
ain′t
down
with
the
Mex,
you
can
sick
my
duck
I
mean
duck
my
sick,
I
mean
suck
my
dick
Don't
laugh
bitch,
you
know
what
the
fuck
I
meant
And
if
I
ever
come
back
to
the
free
World
I′ma
take
my
Baby
Girl
out
to
Sea
World
Time
is
money
Time
obviously
isn't
on
your
side
Time
is
money
Can
you
tell
the
jury
exactly
what
happened
on
the
night
of
December
second?
My
word
is
gold,
now
check,
how
the
murder′s
told
Bring
me
back
fourteen
and
my
birth
is
sold
Learn
the
code,
then
meet
me
at
the
service
road
Now
you
all
understand
what
this
person
know
Servin'
coke,
seemed
like
my
purpose
so
I
was
the
perfect
mold
of
gangsta
you've
been
searchin′
for
But
on
a
further
note
this
cat
tryin′
to
burn
my
dope
But
since
the
day
that
Mama
gave
birth
to
Los
I
heard
them
hoes,
forever
be
first
to
smoke
Tryin'
to
jack
a
jacker,
what′s
the
purpose
Loc?
Mercy
no,
cuz
he
smiles
and
ain't
heard
the
joke
Now
he′s
in
his
blood,
tryin'
to
write
a
cursive
note
I
snatch
his
(??)
up,
he
looked
like
he
turned
to
chrome
That
boy
got
a
date
with
Dirt,
in
the
Earth
below
With
the
worms,
that
hoe
left
on
an
early
note
I
seen
him
run
the
red
light,
and
I
heard
she
broke
Do
you
have
any
last
words
before
I
give
you
your
sentence?
I
spent
a
lot
of
time
away
from
family
and
friends
The
first
song
I
wrote,
was
a
song
named
"Revenge"
Ever
since
then,
my
weapon
was
a
pen
But
I
still
kept
a
strap
for
those
devilish
men
Sucka
better
duck-a
from
the
buck,
buck,
bucka!
Do
a
fly-by
and
shoot
your
aunt
and
your
uncle
Does
anybody
understand
the
life
of
the
trill?
Pigs
and
snitches
get
along
cuz
they
squeal
3,
2,
1
South
Park
Mexican,
what
the
fuck?
I
just
knew
you′d
be
back
Album
Time Is Money (Explicit)
1 Boys On Da Cut
2 You Know My Name - (remix)
3 Somethin' I Would Do
4 Don't Let Em FoolYa
5 Hillwood Hustlaz II
6 Medicine
7 Oh My My
8 Twice Last Night
9 Ooh Wee
10 He's A Bird, He's A Plane
11 Throw Away Gats
12 My Feria
13 Burn Us Alive
14 Anything Goes
15 Country Life
16 Time Is Money
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