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Mars Ill
Mars Ill
Interprète
Greg Owens
Greg Owens
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nicole Serrano
Nicole Serrano
Paroles/Composition
Tommee Profitt
Tommee Profitt
Paroles/Composition
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Nathan Corrona
Nathan Corrona
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I want more money Less people that want somethin from me More masterpieces from artists who stay hungry More honest politicians runnin positive campaigns More scandals exposed when i pull back the band-aid Less cris, pop, and champagne And less young brothers on the corner enslaved to slayin cane I want more freedom I want more reason I want more listenin and less speakin I want more meanin, more leavin me speachless Believin in a word i want more or i'm leavin I want less keepin it real when you dont know what it means Less people that steal dreams and keep it obscene More street teams to post my face in your city More soldiers that's ready right now to roll with me More light on atlanta More fame for my friends More questions, more answers More rain, more wind Less death, more life Less wrong, more rights More peace, more fight With more fire in the night I want more for a moment and everything for a lifetime And right now just might be the right time More I want more critics to diss me More cops to frisk me More haters harborin' hard feelings against me It's more motivation to stab rappers who face me They more or less slept on the avenue, (who been sleep?!) More than the fame to me More than a game You swore your crap was bangin It's more of the same More than a hangin' Nowadays, war is engrained In brains of living corpses, a horrible thing Lord of the zombies, satan got us horned for range Rovers, reject jehova, living sorted and strange Money's addictive, more then heroin in veins Just to get rich for dough, risk goin in flames I flow like liquid, never wrote a poem that's lame I want more platinum records to hang M-o-d, i'm a o-g Label tried to control me Told homie I'ma opt out like kobe 'Less you show me the dough I want more It's like this I want more choices More to say with less voices More gas in the tank to move me where the noise is I want more love, more strength, more power With less over the counter sales of gunpowder More hours in the day, more towns for me to play More sunrays and a higher minimum wage I want more from the music i listen to on the f.m. Less businessmen who pretend to be my bestfriend More chances to take and more guts than glory I want more experience to bighten up my story More women to ignore me Want more wives than shorties More time to appreciate those that came before me More compassion, less promises, more action More truth in the media so i really know what's happenin I want less violence and more moments of silence There's more to this life and i pray to god you find it More
Writer(s): Norman Newell, Nino Oliviero, Riz Ortolani, Marcello Ciorciolini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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