So now I'm going it alone It feels like me against the world I can't allow for an ounce of inability I may be tetched, but for now I'm going all out
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Going All Out.
inside So now I'm going it alone It feels like me against the world I can't allow for an ounce of inability I may be tetched, but for now I'm going all out
be out my motha fuckin mind, you heard me Smoke something, sip something, pop something, it's whatever you like nigga [x2] Like yeah Bitch I'm out my
come home and its back to the same shit Get a strap and I'ma bang it Get a package and slang it When it's gone you going to replace it And do the same
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
the pills [Lloyd Banks:] She loves you when your paper thick It looks like your making it In and out the town fresh, Audi R8'ing it Freak fest, south beach, mardi gras taping it
can't you smile She said at first it was great And in the middle I stayed But at the end I was sick I said I've got to get out quick Then you suddenly
all figured out But he just kept surpising me everytime I looked around It was just (trouble) some more trouble (trouble times) Damn [Jacki-O] It's hard on the yard I'm all
confused when what's going on I'm tryna make sense of all of this what just went down the things I said out my mouth when I told you to leave 'em call it
me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all
one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon (Yeah, niggaz movin somethin in the nine-trey It's all about makin money, gettin
still flowing energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick muthafucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it
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
don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all
hood I introduced her She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me The sick part is all that bullshit
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit! Nigga, I'm high all the time... I smoke that good shit. I stay high all the time... Man I'm on some hood shit. {+
