Sangtekster:
No Use For A Name Kill The Rich

' coke Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter I'm a spittin' I'm a solja Take it off your shoulder Respect nigga I'm a solja

through the chest Through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers Who become rich as dope dealers? Nothing left for

the cold Ill rather die than be labeled a snitch, snake rat or a bitch I hate a theif but I know I'm a prick You fucking lames in the game like its sweet

ya hand I don't understand in this land I'm from It's like the rich get richer, the poor fightin' for crumbs We some killas of our own kind wit nines

shit hard in their jukebox Sitting here pretending I'm not tipsy Watching over sensitive hippies use my records for they dog Frisbees Be a good little fishy And book me a

my rent The fuel of world hate, although it's just a seed But when it grows and flowers, it becomes the world's greed! Money for the rich, money for

'mere Ass swingin' like a chandelier Like a cat in heat with her ass all up in the air Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard Rappin' is a bitch boy and I got a lust for

See crime is where they organize In the land of the blind the one eye is genie A male chauvinist keep 'em barefoot in a two piece bikini Need a bulletproof

sick from when you use to see us before Shit, kill a nigga, quick, niggaz know my rapport Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war Brick I flip a