all busted You can't pressure me when will you see The walls that are closing in You wanna take, take, take 'till you have it all Can't trust it, your busted
all busted You can't pressure me when will you see the walls that are closing in you wanna take, take, take 'till you have it allv Can't trust it your busted
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Busted.
re all busted You can't pressure me when will you see the walls that are closing in you wanna take, take, take 'till you have it allv Can't trust it your busted
Intro: B.G.] What's happening (what's happening) You know it's real in the field (real, really real) You know it's real in the hood (all the way) It's
all I had It's get it how you live with me Busters don't know how to deal with me; it's all real with me All the street niggaz scared of me All the
I ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more it's in stacks My nose is close now I see that ain't where it's at My hoes done elevated i'm on another
one, or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun, we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it, some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit, smilein' all
sum it up Every credit card you had I tried to run it up And everytime we fucked nigga I hated it And everytime I said I bust a nut well I faked it Every
dildo's [Trick Daddy] Hoe I'm sick of yo shit Gone run ya mouth Come suck this dick Bitch I know all about cha pash Ya like it ruff and tough And then
the truth though The shit ain't the same, i'ma die a thug And fuck it it's the blood in my veins Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I can wait I
: [Pac: talking] Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit We ain't having none
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home it
stop it Then keep it poppin lot of busters wanna see me fall I fucked yo' bitch and now this new shit gon' fade 'em all My niggaz ball made a call for
conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH) Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them busters Emptied his clip
day, hey I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust? Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust Gotta get paid but all the drama that
then she never would've called you) Repeated Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson. It's all good. Chorus You ain't got to lie to kick it To them
Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself with all these backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth
