the ritual Sick with it Sick with it Sick with it Sick with it Sick with it Sick with it Sick with it It's inside me I feel it growing Nowhere to
? Sick with it. Sick with it. Sick with it, sick with it... It's inside me I feel it growing nowhere to hide my anger's showing [repeat chorus]
Traduction: My Ruin. Sick With It.
ritual? Sick with it. Sick with it. Sick with it, sick with it... It's inside me I feel it growing nowhere to hide my anger's showing [repeat chorus
Got cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause I'm a G It's the Jay'Ton, repping S.L.A.B With Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing great Undisputed like weight
out! You dirty bitch, get that weave out! Mix say, bitch get that weave out... [Cheech and Chong: ] Hey! You ruined my record, man, I just bought it
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these
't see at all! And even if I could it would all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad Not so bad.. [Eminem as 'Stan
no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask Kiss my dick, get my cash, i'd rather
my window.. and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so
find something to do with your time (time) And quit fuckin' with us cause we ain't fuckin' with you And it must be fuckin' with you so much you must
you? You gonna ruin my career you better get one, Like I'm a sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt that made me put up with her psycho ass
sickness sown in this city It drives me to hide you, yea, even deceive you I'm so afraid for you that I'll break any thug that maps out your passage to ruin
everybody doin' it) Man everybody doin' it (Yo come take a puff, style is real) [B-Real] Let it take ya whole style and feed it (Go ahead with that
got it covered we can slug it, knuckle it however you want I love it. A hustler's with. The grit the grind. My genetic code make-up. Murderer by design. On my
come on - 2nd) Let me see my, my dogs [growls] Let me hear my, my dogs [Barks] [DMX (Over Chorus)] Uh, What, Uh, My Baby, My, Baby, That's my baby COME
