Stubborn, set in my ways A limited life don't want to change Slow down it's not time to go Don't want to leave my little world What makes us afraid of
, set in my ways A limited life don't want to change Slow down it's not time to go Don't want to leave my little world What makes us afraid of progress
Traduzione: Sick Of It All. Mio piccolo mondo.
don't laught my anger, (resulted) from pressure, (exhaustion) my boys be (orphans), my voices, (is all bent), I'm tired (I'm coughing) my daddies, (divorcin), my momma (is hopin), my
, what, what, what... ATL, Harlem World, ATL ATL, Harlem World, ATL 112, Harlem World, 112 112, Harlem World, 112 Harlem World, ATL, 112 112, Harlem World
Lives" While I'm livin' on a hill, with thirteen wives Little big ass square, mashin' with the players Twist it, light it, inhale it, oh yeah Now if you wanna kick it
wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man Niggas lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryin
Adrienne] Everytime Go Crazy, When I Felt Little Thing Gettng Me Mad, I Didn't Stopped And Look Around And Realize, My Life Aint So Bad. [Chours: All
fix her up before I make her my girl then girl you could be my world and send my heart to the tilt-o-whirl and bend my soul, till my toes start to curl
rolled on (It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!) If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) [50
jam and still you couldn't get it right Gettin' out of bed at night and checkin' my website Usin' a dead mic, jackin' other cats' beats Cause y'all producers
world that you can't defeat me It's easier said than done, please believe me And that part's easy, but here's where it gets A little more complicate whenever
drinking my 6-pack maxing faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via Donahue (push it) Table talk, salt and pepper conversation Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca It
majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrestle the fangs off of my fist, flood a little
and rape whistles The alley cats manipulate the blocks with gutter magic Today my heart beats only out of habit Check it, it's like.. My man Jus used
ass we'd take it Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels Hold it sacred, living it for the culture
tree in the forest My name's not summer so I don't sweat it Most y'all niggaz know I cut ya like cheese that's cheddared I been around the world like