be free and easy I just don't work like that I'm not like that look into my eyes, it burns inside when I view the world I see the lies sometimes it can
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. All My Blessings.
me hang with the brothers I grew up with Trying to keep my head up and stay strong All my homies slanging yayo all day long But they wrong, so I'm
some really really sick shit The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm It's why you're not me; nah-nana-nah-nah! She like the kid, my lifestyle
It, I Still Write Sometimes For The Fun Of It, Copy Cats Ill Have None Of It, And Ill Find Out If Your Gunning It, So Haters Please Stop Running It, Cos
thug, could of been all hood. The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood. Pick up on it, never fully get it ? this Bone flow! Smilin', hatin' but
to struggle and fight At ah point and time in my life It's like ah nigga just can't get it right To all of my family Layzie loves ya And I never take
a my confident tone, young, Baby Doe You Masquerade like your human, dead sweet Though you come alive inbetween the bed sheets Sold, you giving us you, your blessing Tonight my
Similar to great battles and war time tales Hit me with my man Diamond and when all else fails We can take it to the streets and not my sales My game
take lyrics so serious It might be confusing Trying to seperate the truth from entertainment It's stupid ain't it? I get sick of trying to explain it
All these old rappers tryin to advance its all over now -- take it like a man HAHA--Irv lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick tryin to playa hate on my
it by myself but i'd be very lonely Be tha diva who's my lover and my closest homie So if you sick and tired of bein sick and tired call me Pick up the
The fucking snake was cruel, all they gave was $7.50 (What?) My mamma threw me out I called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor It
This goes out to all my niggas spendin they last on gas, grass and ass and to all my ladies playin in bars free drinks and shit push it up push it up
you gave 'em that? All the martika, with the alligator strap Sick of y'all niggaz with ya now or later raps Rap about it now, hope you get it later Do
tote guns in case my dram pop up It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
