Lyrics:
Free Score

Among the hardest survival Learn from these streets, it can be bleak Accept no defeat, surrender, retreat So we struggling, fighting to eat And we wondering when we'll be free

illegal No toys, just playin' wit pipes and needles I'm gon' find knights and regals 5000 on the paint just so life will see ya Green cards for the free

Music :rudolf schenker Lyrics:klaus meine She's knocking at my door That little angel knows the score She's knocking at my door But I won't let her out

long as your finger And every, morning I linger on the corner just drinkin' Borin' and thinkin', how I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen You better

And I hit MC's like croquet If a boy pet then a boy must pay You can start answer on a lay lay Please feel free you can bring it any day Anyway get

Primero usted Grrrrrah Cometelo Word up, Tequila style, eat the worm motherfucker Tequila spice, hot nice Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo, down in Tiajuana, Mexico Thinking of the big score

Primero usted Grrrrrah Cometelo Word up, Tequila style, eat the worm motherfucker Tequila spice, hot nice Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo, down in Tiajuana, Mexico Thinking of the big score

-tat-tap on your door with the damn ratchet Attack-tack-tackin' a whore with a damn hatchet A knapsack packed with like 40 some Xanax's Shortly come back, I'm tryin to score

bitch im still me, But whats the cost to live your dreams, do you feel me Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be Funny how money changed, The whips make me feel free