Is it hope or a lack of sense It's the fighting spirit of the human race That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. For now
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. For Now.
there Is it hope or a lack of sense It's the fighting spirit of the human race That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. For now
you're a criminal kill it on the floor Steal it quick on the floor On the floor Don't stop keep it moving put your drinks up It's getting ill it's getting sick
then that's all on you, Cause dats mo for me and mo for my niggas, some of us on dem downers, some of us on dem wiggas, All of us bout our business, all
And I'm so sick and tired of bein sick and tired of bein sick and tired bein sick and muh'fuckin tired All these pussy-ass niggaz (I see they heart
too late In the game, for a nigga to be making a bitch feel lead You'll wanna get it right, and when you get it right You'll wanna keep it right, look
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
out for paper Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm
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
believe me, to die this is your fate This is a song about killing, a love letter just for you, Let?s make it right, let?s make it clear, no one wants you here! All
(Uh-huh) When I'm inside (Uh) It's a high (Uh) I could never compare to (Nope) Love it when we naked rollin' on the floor Shit, I love it when it's raw
your satisfaction, I see it going down, I?m sick of all your stories, Of how you fool around, And now you?re seeking solace, Won?t find it in these
is needed now, I guess I?m trying to say can we work it out? Stop this? The war of our two minds, I?m sick of fighting all the time, Emotions rising
you wanna move, work it shorty Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me Now get low, shorty work that back Now get low, yeah just like that Now get
got a reputation, I stay with the burner I call it putting work in The D's call it murder So half and half with my cold D We only got one pill, It's one
eat it off I take his breathe away, Kim leave him speechless I'm so wet, I have a nigga feelin' sea sick He in the streets all day, but it's alright
