about what I'm gonna do without your genre acceptance. Then it came to me: You gotta turn your back and abandon it. I'm taking aim at you; as a focus
what I'm gonna do without your genre acceptance. Then it came to me: You gotta turn your back and abandon it. I'm taking aim at you; as a focus and
Traduzione: Against Me!. Take Aim.
what I'm gonna do without your genre acceptance. Then it came to me: You gotta turn your back and abandon it. I'm taking aim at you; as a focus and recipient
here goes close to 3 Niggaz wanna get close to me Rob me put that toast to me Never that dont let me spit 11 at cha head & back Take that cat, go 100'
me there was soldiers blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it with your gun taking
heat But my homie would never do me wrong That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on No matter who the foe they must fall Us against them
just a baby still retarded from slavery When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me Ghetto ain't made me I made myself Poverty raised me
suffocated Me and all my needs And I can't scream again Again again again (suck it up) Again again again (lick it) Again again again (suck it up) Again again again
like... it's like What's it like? My microphones and glock nines Black? I'm dipped in that The beats, my mash, jam you for the platinum you have Run it, the illest, watch me
dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B You fuck with me, you see I'll react like an animal, I'
me Lightning, please strike me like it did when I was a child Hit me with a hundred thousand volts and make me smile You name it I can aim it, catch
I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me I keep it grimey, chase me, you will never find me I'll take
[A.G.] Yeah yeah, the dirty niggaz again ... Check me out yo I push the half-dozen light green, can't front The drop 6 is quite mean, don't front Shorty
diarrhea, keep the nine near You fuckin with Party Arty, the pioneer (G.D.) My crew behind me, strip clubs where you can find me Bout to take over like Guilliani Against
gates Of light be forever closed Mortals - Open your arms And greet me with what never was Given to me Initiate me into all that was Hidden from me My
fox, spin like a top Dip up the block, and I love to shop If you aint't gunnin' for me freak then bitch why not? [Equipto] Not no Cris' gon' get me tipsy