Testi:
Sick Of It All For Now

there Is it hope or a lack of sense It's the fighting spirit of the human race That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. For now

Is it hope or a lack of sense It's the fighting spirit of the human race That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. For now

I drop it off and it come right back I get it in the morning I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired of being broke I'm sick of this sequel Man I

ain't bullshit) (this for my peeps that's deep in the streets) This for my peeps that eat from the streets (this for my peeps that's keeping the heat), this for

[Verse 1:] I take it home I take [? ] Don't think about it, just take it from my rule, it's done I am sick about it I feel like I am surviving alone

all like, childhood, reminisceful songs Disputes, do they still settle 'em by bloodying your shoes? Fist rules, rather finger equipped with sick tools What of the wind, I recall it

problem like we want it, When Harlem World doubled up, We put G's on it, I'm pushin' new 700 M.G.'s on it, If that nigga can't see the ice, That mean

why we hype now, ain't putting the mic down Lamp on a hill homie, ain't putting our lights out We repping Him right now, fight for Christ hype it might

up shit Y'all niggaz never thought North Stars would make it Now ya gettin mad when ya girl starts to shake it And Wu-Wear, the Wu-World Order North Stars