Píseň: "Valley Of Death"

Interpret:
Rick Ross
Album:
"Deeper Than Rap"
The meek shall inhieret the earth
 Thats what the bible says
 I need it.


Walk like a giant
 Talk like a tyrant
 Faith of a mustard seed destined for a thriump
 David or Galaith
 Hate me or admire
 Kush burns slow as I chase my desire


Embrace my empire
 Batta boy eat fire
 Guns like choirs when they sing keep quite
 Will I get to heaven? turn a song 27
 Lord knows when I see this monkey I'm gon be the devil


Be him cause I'm clever
 Beat him at whatever
 You never was a G nigga unit aint even togetha
 New york's unified down south love dat
 When we get to shine? muthafuckas where the love at?


Real niggas gettin money betta log on
 Think da games dead now? imagine when ya dogs gone
 Imagine when this song gone
 When ya phone off, there's only one to call on


I mean if I die today
 I could honestly say, thank you, Lord
 Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord


I'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name
 You could label me the biggest label in the game
 Put food on the table, fed the whole city
 Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me


Better years are better when you call it trendsetter
 The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater
 Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar
 Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter


Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid
 Say he got aids, tellin' people that it's lupus
 Not the one just to jump to conclusions
 I'm gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisance


Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses
 Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers
 Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin'
 Look like you could use us


When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
 And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
 I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I'm at today
 Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it


Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was
 When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up
 Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge
 Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sack


Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
 Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick
 Young nigga 15 with 3 C's
 From that very day I carried on the 3 C's


Can't criticize niggas tryna get jobs
 Better get smart, young brotha live yours
 Only live once and I got 2 kids
 And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs


I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head
 And pray over the meatloaf
 I'm lookin' at the big picture
 Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer


I remember prayin' for, for me to just get the
 The opportunity to just get a record deal
 And now I sign artists
 Thank you, lord