, set in my ways A limited life don't want to change Slow down it's not time to go Don't want to leave my little world What makes us afraid of progress
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. My Little World.
Stubborn, set in my ways A limited life don't want to change Slow down it's not time to go Don't want to leave my little world What makes us afraid of
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
knew my name 'fore it came Now the whole world is calling me a, killer All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real All the time I was ballin, never heard my
it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas The shit nigga Killuminati Style Makaveli the Don Solo shit Bring It Allow me to introduce first
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
on (It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!) If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) [50 Cent]
to church but I say I will, I bow my head right before I eat my meal The world's fucked up and they claimin' I'm to blame It's a damn shame cause I don
listening yeah So many problems That were facing But no one seems to care So we just erase them All the violence All the poverty All the bloodshed In my
thug, could of been all hood. The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood. Pick up on it, never fully get it ? this Bone flow! Smilin', hatin' but
I Plan To Let Niggas Have It Fuck This Rappin, If It Come Down To It Nigga Disrespectin What's Happnin My Family My Money My Thugs Myself My Nigga I'
But they told me I stole beneath of my shirt. And it makes me sick Even Ripsta's sistas plus family understands Fuck with it. Put it on your Grammy Even my
get paid Or your fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days Crime, yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it Never act a fool with it, broad
behind this fucked up world is all there is on my mind this i how it had to be something's canged inside of me I always want to run and hide dig a hole and crawl inside it
L It don't get better when you run and hide I like to see it when the worlds collide I wanna do it baby do it like we do every night I'm sick and tired
it could be), and out of that orifice floated the words, "Didja ever go to make a... a pork sausage and find it's got hair all over it?", and then that
