Does anybody realize what's goin' on take a look around and you will see that we're destroying ourselves does everybody out there have a chip on their
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Was ist Goin 'On.
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Hat jemand erkennen, was Goin 'On.
hatin on me everyday and that's cold I keep my four-four and I ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more it's in stacks My nose is close now I
's It's only so many months, you do the math I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin And your mouth
't over Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it The party ain't over Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty Gon' do what
The Protien? Tell You What Whateva Yall Call Me Ill Be Right Here All You Gotta Do Is Say (Im Jacki) And Im Back On The Block Jumpin Out On These Hoes
it in ya mouth Nigga's like you be closet freaks Nigga's sell pussy and you beg me to skeet You a freak I'm gone pee on it Get off the chains Tie you
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
us Now my flesh start to rising up This what 1st Corinthians was talking about all that dying stuff Sick of heart ache, sick of pain Sick of you, I
dick goin' in If they like pussy that much, then let me fuck it Stick it in, take it out, and let 'em suck it But they game is strong and they tongue
the truth though The shit ain't the same, i'ma die a thug And fuck it it's the blood in my veins Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I can wait I
as a Thug time to face the truth What's goin on with the wasted youth, please God come and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me And got a nigga goin
it's a joke that we livin low? Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'? Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid Look what you made, little
it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine? Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin I've
