I am, my own mind Head in peace, hard to find Secrecy in my mind Mysteries countless as the world outside So come closer, come closer, come closer Come closer, closer, closer, closer, closer
Sometimes I don't want to love cause I don't feel it for myself How can I improve on something I don't know, So come closer Come closer, come closer, come closer
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Näher.
myself Sometimes I don't want to love cause I don't feel it for myself How can I improve on something I don't know, So come closer Come closer, come closer, come closer
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
bitch feel lead You'll wanna get it right, and when you get it right You'll wanna keep it right, look A real nigga is hard to come by, believe it [B
I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk, Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunk Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on wax, Talkin' all
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
the God, man, who gives us Life in Him, cause sin has men tripped up Now we open our lips up, can't close them when it's a Sick and global mix up, kids
: [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
a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your
you know my steelo Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters
wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man Niggas lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryin
hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherfuckers is bold But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed I'm sick of
but it don't matter i'm a cool shot punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got i'm tired of being a nice guy i've been poor all my life, but don'
: The more I shut it out the harder it comes back I'm sick and tired of always feeling under attack and I don't know about you but I don't care about
you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I ain't callin' for a close-up, No clubs, no
