side Feelings bottled up inside Ready to suffer the consideration Nice, nice Patience is a fuckin' thorn in my side Nice, nice Tolerance will stab at me But it's nice
side feelings bottled up inside ready to suffer the consideration Nice, nice patience is a fuckin' thorn in my side Nice, nice tolerance will stab at me but it's nice
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Nizza.
I ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more it's in stacks My nose is close now I see that ain't where it's at My hoes done elevated i'm on another
eat it off I take his breathe away, Kim leave him speechless I'm so wet, I have a nigga feelin' sea sick He in the streets all day, but it's alright
a change of address By the way, why 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'
party alive [chorus] [Verse 3:] Guess she can't make it pop pop it like this like this like this bet you she can't make it drop drop it like this like
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
YO It's Time to take out the garbage all these junk food rappers wheres the protein... tell you what whenever yall call me I'll be right here all
's witchu?!) you for real?! Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by But yo it's all good, Range Rover all
then she never would've called you) Repeated Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson. It's all good. Chorus You ain't got to lie to kick it To them
that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a
but it don't matter i'm a cool shot punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got i'm tired of being a nice guy i've been poor all my life, but don'
map with this mackin shit Time will tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it
slander. Forget it, you can save your breath, your stupid game bores me to death. And I know you'll never get it, your attitude it makes me sick. You
can still make blow move [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When
spark I'll hear all of the shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It's fifty, man that wasn'
