never too late to start again You'll find the answers in your heart It's never too late to turn away From all those things that do you wrong It's never too late
Превод: Rob Rock. Никога не е късно.
Larceny Promoters on my tail now, 'cause they billed me low Here I am 'bout to steal another show So they turn my mic down, fuck up my audio sound But too late
rejects While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for
, "So you off tourin'?" I turned and seen this whore That I used to fiend for, that ain't never let me score Lookin' at me like I'm somethin' she ain't never
non-rappin' rejects While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late
whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to
that sacrifice I'm going off ignified The rope round yo' neck is tight You pop out your fuckin' knives And that way you'll never cry,never cry (Lachat
the niggas wit scrilla Felt all up in they pockets rocking fo' niggas that try to kill us Then maybe later you bitches bother me You wanted to pay you too late
Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never clear A hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridge Naked asylum, strangle this kid That man move got rocked
game too long Here's how you want it, you come with guns nigga We cock two, got work? I comp too Block one, we pop two For the love for my family, and
gimme that Where they at, y'all niggaz want it We right here, let me make myself clear Nigga we can't be touched, the fuck y'all want From rob men that rob
rejects While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops
world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the
cremate Too late to run and turn to Rev. Run Some blessin' the section, givin' them niggas quick trips to Heaven Straight murder with the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial that you never
crystal While he was countin the green I seen nothin but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple beam People was too afraid to stick him up
