it's all just lies what they said just some shit to fill your head they tell you to tell the truth that's a lie in itself it's all just lies what they
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Nur Lügen.
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Es ist Clobberin 'Time \\ nur Lügen.
What lies between is the fiction Don't fuck around and make it true [Tupac] Hahahahahaha My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe
cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can
It's all about you, one time! [Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah [2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you It's all about
shit You filthy liar Septic tongue, shit eating grin Slow internal suicide An inch within the triggers pull again This disease it is your mainstay It
win, it's just not meant to be It's just not meant to be It's just not meant to be It's just not meant to be It's just not meant to be
me Can we do it, do it like that? Keep it creepin', creepin' Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin' But when it's all over, it's just over
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
unbelievable sex with him Or any one of my friends But just don?t ask about my appetite I didn?t lose it tonight No, it?s been gone half my life It?s just
would something, but only, "IF" It was cool, but it ain't though, If it was cool. If it was cool. If it was cool. That would something, but only, "IF" It was cool, but it
) We've been here before Bring it on, taking action (No more lies) I'm not gonna blame this on you, I know I gave it all I got, No, I'm not gonna blame
never liked it before So why why don't you just Go away and fuckin' die now I just had enough of it I'm really sick of the brats So listen all of you
, 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
'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can't
