re all busted You can't pressure me when will you see the walls that are closing in you wanna take, take, take 'till you have it allv Can't trust it your busted
all busted You can't pressure me when will you see The walls that are closing in You wanna take, take, take 'till you have it all Can't trust it, your busted
all busted You can't pressure me when will you see the walls that are closing in you wanna take, take, take 'till you have it allv Can't trust it your busted
Traduzione: Sick Of It All. Busted.
[Hook:] It's just me (it's just me mayne) And my bitch (and my biatch) She hates my guts (she hate my guts) And makes me sick (I can't stand her) I curse
' Keke:] When the Don explodes, and unloads it's murder G Original S.U.C., you rookies it's Don Ke I bust my glock, till it pops and empty And shatter
off Fuck em all what I scream as I dream in tons, Fuck a trick, get me rich n the bitches'll come, bust ma gun make em all scatta, bullets to my nuts
B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards 2paclypse mutha fuckin' know Y'all
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
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home it
stop it Then keep it poppin lot of busters wanna see me fall I fucked yo' bitch and now this new shit gon' fade 'em all My niggaz ball made a call for
Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on
fuck then she never would've called you) Repeated Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson. It's all good. Chorus You ain't got to lie to kick it
to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH) Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them busters Emptied his clip
my steelo Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters is
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
day, hey I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust? Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust Gotta get paid but all the drama that
Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself with all these backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth