violent guns, sober drivers, drunken cars. (chorus) I'm better than...(x2) I'm better than nothing. I'm better than nothing and nothing is better than this
Translation: New End Original. Better Than This.
people, violent guns, sober drivers, drunken cars. [Chorus] I'm better than...[x2] I'm better than nothing. I'm better than nothing and nothing is better than this
to no one there's the trend Back-breaker of men Mighty morphins, no begining, no end Can you place my origin? But now in our days, finding new ways to
liberty y'all I'm doing this one for the struggle And every bad doin' brotha Sista, daddy and mother Who livin' in the gutter You want Better cars And a better
you new rappers how to do a poss poss posse re re re re reckin Complex compliments this simple to complete this individual Simplex the original beat
stop George of this poor life pop, put to Scarlet In a place she believes, much better than your lies She say she lookin' better in my eyes, bullshit
like cancer My style is original, not a subliminal You say to yourself there's no one better, than him you know Bustin all bustaz, killin all killers Tacklin mc's like a pittsburgh steeler I'm bolder than
of our current fan base (at the time) had never heard our previous versions of this song, so it was new to most people. Lyrically, this song was written
.E. suckers ready to leap Up on the tip when we made it Creative so I'll never be regarded as a regular More than just a little bit better than my competitor
gunning killing everything And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga, yeah Situation got a nigga bout to self-destruct Better
been? Mine's been fine I heard you had a real good time at camp Oh, yeah, I talked to Len, he said everythings cool Oh, yo, I really liked "End To End
you cry We can make it if you'll only take my hand We can make it if you'll only take my hand CHORUS I know this topic's far less than original But won
a new man, that's 'bout some business Hope she find what her was lookin' for, like a dream to my end I wanted to be more than friends Beautiful black
come from up in New York Now up in Cali, superfona Everything is okay, this joint We rolling it up from Philly And I need all the weed from Cali Original
to shore and from sun to sun We use the pen not the gun 'cause we're number one I'm not tryin' to say my style is better than yours I'm just on some
, who made this style, solo or X Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb Deep? Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin
Verse one: Youknowhati'msayin', word up! la the dark... Yo, this brilliant companion peace to the original Approach my slang and end up in critical
