to make things better make things better with fantasy Open your eyes and you'll see better see it's up to you and me To fight for all the things we
to make things better make things better with fantasy Open your eyes and you'll see better see it's up to you and me To fight for all the things we believe
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Stick Together.
now you know players stick together I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies at the coppers that persue me, beotch! I be a hustler til it'
a nigga Juvenile sicker than beef by the pound with it nigga Get ya town with it nigga And it'll be all over Come in here with gorillas dog all on ya
flames of hell A place where all assassins dwell Pur back on earth to destroy all workshipppers of peace Body bags and caskets may all godd cease Together
we go; Let's stick 'em in a room together - Yeah!! And make them fight it out, Until they see nothing from nothing, Will leave nothing at all, And hey
jog I go hard, shit I'm oh so sick I'm loco bitch, eat rappers like Coco Crisp And get it jumping like a pogo stick, nobody next to this I been rapping
just raw (what?) Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all All of y'all niggaz get pissed on claimin you pissed off [Eminem and Royce] Y'all want
and it burns I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach and vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it (yuck!) (Yuck!) Hit
and it burns I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach And vomit so much blod that your clothes stick to you from it Hit you in the head
i just came to party shawty lookin at me all retarted tarted im standin in the very important overseas kush import it one hit wonders cant afford it camera
all a land of freedom. That's the beautiful thing about our country; we are all treated equal. All races live together in harmony. What is it, Scott
you'll turn your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the land of the free, all racists live together in harmony, and we are all treated equal, we all
Fuck ya mama! Fuck the drama! Who needs it? Who like it? Who bleeds it? Who think it? Who smoke it? Who drink it? Motherfucker I'm a start shrinking Each
for We all we got, that's why we rhyme so I feel we the best, no sense in lying, though Now, all together, watch the crowd go [Murphy Lee] I'm just
: Spoken] They make me sick I know I feel you, that's why we gotta stick together Yep Yep Yep [laughs] I know it... [Chorus:] You make me sick
