story short it only takes a few words... oh my how it hurts..! look into the eyes of the next generation... look into the eyes of the next generation
thousand guns, they would calibrate He sort of loss and double crossed, moved on them Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and shuttle off Horror in the 'Ville
I'm talkin' about fans and kitties I'm talkin' about ho's and I'm talking about Kansas City That's where I dwell wit wit, my, my vills and I, I, I will
Verse 1 I am posdnous I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes The pile of revenue I create But I guess I don'
slot time of the ridiculous rhyme That's only excused by a generous mind I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans 'Til I turned rap villes
It only takes a few words... Oh my how it hurts..! Look into the eyes of the next generation... Look into the eyes of the next generation... Your orders
foes I'm talkin' about fans and kitties I'm talkin' about ho's and I'm talking about Kansas City That's where I dwell wit wit, my, my vills and I, I,
where trey-pounds and fo-pounds kill Fool how that sound? (ILL!) The star vendor, bend 'em like car fenders Serve 'em like bartenders, what's next on
You know what I'm sayin And my realities is the next nigga's nightmares You know what I'm sayin? Keepin it real 69 Ville For life, nigga [ VERSE 1: Seagram
Vertaling: Ville. Next Generation.
[Verse 1] I am Posdnous I be the new generation of slaves here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes the pile of revenue I create But I guess I don
You know what I'm sayin And my realities is the next nigga's nightmares You know what I'm sayin? Keepin it real 69 Ville For life, nigga [VERSE 1: Seagram
