turn my back. Though I'm wrong and heartless now I can find it in myself to live with it Though I caused the pain you feel I'm gonna have to turn my
Traduction: Sick Of It All. Tourner le dos.
turn my back. Though I'm wrong and heartless now I can find it in myself to live with it Though I caused the pain you feel I'm gonna have to turn my back
you move out I?ll burn all two thousand square feet of it to the ground, ain?t shit you can do about it with you I?m in my f-ckin? mind, without you,
- Patches I'm depending on you, son To pull the family through My son, it's all left up to you Daddy had been sick for a long time, flat on his back
all that, but no dough You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch And contrary to popular opinion it ain?t my sistas that switch It?s my brothers
to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These
dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip You got to see
Uh... All Day... Better hide your girl for this one... [Chorus:] It's all right, It's okay, Seein' you all night & all day We be crushin' round the clock
girls bring harm to themselves,little boys go to jail and hang themselves in the cells, its all hell, as the times are getting harder sitting back watching all
She love the club and she like to make it Get it, get it girl Get it, get it girl [Verse 3:] Shorty's bad as hell and she knows it, ferocious I could
What will you do, now all your fears Came true You had my heart, you had my soul You had it all- didn't you 'Cause I'm sick of tryin' I'm goin
'm chicken noodle soup sick Yeah I'm on some new[? ] shit All black lay back bumpin some old Snoop shit 9 mili with two clips on some troops shit Fuckin with my
ass come back, I'ma be sitting on a stack See that's how playas do it, dog the pimp game fluid Some niggaz turn pop, but I'ma stay true to it The pinky
back in the kitchen got my palms itching Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black
of mine Can you feel it, when it's hard to rub against a real nigga How does it feel, to see my blood spill my nigga My life, my life, feel like I'm running
I'm all right with that Struck down a shank in my tank, these niggas all night with that And it ain't no love left, fuck all of my foes and friends Motherfuckers
