before Nothing's different, not at all We're desperate and lost, helpless And they want respect from us, helpless As we're kept in check, helpless We're kept
Traduzione: Sick Of It All. Tenuti sotto controllo.
are indeed, is the original man Black Samurai, we never die, the third eye Shining bright in the light, ride through the night Check it out [Outro: "
drugs to me Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me All Money Is Legal Roca y'all know how we do First class, all stretch out Or, S-Class all sexed out Got
of lies Downsize, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt Clocking in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for work When I breed it, yo it's treason what
monotheism, see the truth is not hard All you gotta know is the facts When religion mixes with politics... it ALL GETS WACK You gotta know your history
from the burning flames of hell A place where all assassins dwell Pur back on earth to destroy all workshipppers of peace Body bags and caskets may all
And it's imperative that I hit em, cause I'm sick of em With the el in one hand, and the other be packin steel Y'all so fake it's dangerous, sayin "I'
where you gon' be learnin' [CHORUS] [First Degree:] Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, don't stop I got this dirty yemp distributin' my womp But if it
All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set YouknowwhatI'msayin? Hit them niggaz like that, yo [BabyFace Fensta] It's the sinister, sick like clamidia
the fucking curb Goddam, I'm sick of those words Looking for the dope that I'm holding Or even checking for shit that's stolen 'Cause I'm black it's fucked
enough, lyrics I be stocking up In all suspense boy, you better lock it up Is it live or what? We came to rock it now Treat it like it's out of pocket
Yo It's all about politics Yo hmmm Yo Check, check Steady, steady Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop It's all about politics in this game Who ya know, How to make ya
low self-esteem but it seems that all my dreams got crushed But y'all niggas kept it on the hush So why y'all frontin on the South, come and get some
me With my mind and my heart and my soul Check out now mook-b Yall know me Grabbed tha mike since 93 Hatin ass niggas wouldn?t let me eat but I kept it
for my dollars Ain't nothing bu the Baby Mama drama {Baby Mama Drama} [Verse 2:] That's it I'm sick of your shit I'm bout to bring it to ya Got to handle it
