money, dried up, no longer running Palace corroded, condemned like all the People that were captive in the trouble that Doubled the self destructive jungle
money, dried up, no longer running palace corroded, condemned like all the people that were captive in the trouble that doubled the self destructive jungle
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Jungle.
of money, dried up, no longer running palace corroded, condemned like all the people that were captive in the trouble that doubled the self destructive jungle
the sluts in the city, I'm a bitch I'm a sleazy whore Well, uptown, downtown, all around You see, on Cedar Street, where sluts and I will be We're all
but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who
it better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course Praise to the pharoah Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still
, lyrics I be stocking up In all suspense boy, you better lock it up Is it live or what? We came to rock it now Treat it like it's out of pocket - lock
the beginnin until the rhyme end It's, no stoppin, every line's mind bogglin Stoppin your top artist, toppin them When we spit sick, naw critics love
something down if the team say It's on, I dedicate my lines to the PJ's Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle weeds All we did is look mad fly, icicle
to the silence of sound. Yeah you will be found. And whether or not you want it to happen, I can guarantee it will go down. SO stop with the fighting, We're all
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 easy So let it be (ooh..
talkin 'bout Kat? I ran in a bank and I walked out fat Yeah, and I walk it like I talk it But I run this shit, yup run it like a faucet I'm on the "A"
CPH sick like a rape case never the less u'll give it up all for a taste we waste no time partying just like we apes flavor most y'all sparkling on your
wore them Wasn't a perfect fit, so I couldn't sport em Young murderers ride, I knew all them Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warring I wrote it in
FUCK them hos Keep it, dead serious Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin', Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all
it's not right But that's the zone that we left in Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes And we all
that nigga Rege on the regular chops is up; like a editor Come through on man gang like the predator If yawl wake I'll wet it up Jungle set it up The