me to dismay Force, force my hand, forced to take a hostile stand Force, force my hand, forced into a violent plan Never gonna want another like it
me to dismay. Force - force my hand - forced to take a hostile stand force - force my hand - forced into a violent plan Never gonna want another like it
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Kraft My Hand.
drove me to dismay. Force - force my hand - forced to take a hostile stand force - force my hand - forced into a violent plan Never gonna want another like it
to all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To
my Grandma is gone Here's some legs in a cloud Where my sister once played Here's some mud made of blood And these teeth are decayed The ear of my brother
Stuffin pills in my mouth Tie me up and kiss the beast Suicide girls throwin tit to me It's it for me Ain't no mystery It's misery Hit the symphony [
: [Verse 1:] In my mind im a fighter, my hearts a lighter, my soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up. An arsonic writer, author with arthritis
, my throat frozen, my orange brick Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging ax They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it back
test I am sick - Honey, I know Give me strength to face each day Hand me laws I must follow Throat drying, we sense the fear Resting your hand upon my
of The Force MD's) [eerie winds blow] [winds die down as beat drops] [Inspectah Deck] It had to be this way This is for real Nobody said it would be
m Swayze Chorus: Is it real son, is it really real son Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill
Swayze Chorus: Is it real son, is it really real son Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill
Mix Master Spade) In New York (it's comin) In Detroit (it's comin) In L.A. (it's comin No, it's here) The Batterram The Batterram (Went through my pad
in the bowl Make sugars ice cold Put my hand on the top So it don't overflow Forget playing outside With my friends from school It's Saturday morning,
up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fight Take my tapes way Down South and triple the price Step up on
at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen (Haha
