turn my back. Though I'm wrong and heartless now I can find it in myself to live with it Though I caused the pain you feel I'm gonna have to turn my back
turn my back. Though I'm wrong and heartless now I can find it in myself to live with it Though I caused the pain you feel I'm gonna have to turn my
Traduzione: Sick Of It All. Girare My Back.
If you do it too, then you sick I move dolo, co-defendants is a no-no [Chorus: all three together] It be the money niggas with the respect and all the
shy I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes to back back Ask Fat Rat it's pure facts
Get them weak rhymes out a my face I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case I'm back Don't stop til my lungs collapse Til then close your eyes Nigga
tryna make sense of all of this what just went down the things I said out my mouth when I told you to leave 'em call it quits did I really say I was sick
every word, in my letter, to the President s**t is still f**ked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better and it ain't gon' get better [2Pac
back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my set, is 16 is wet It's hard
I feel in the middle of my stomach You whisper in my ear Baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly Watch the ceiling Scratch my back How you
I stand to tall i'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl givin my all so niggas wanna bring it to me so i'ma sell my cocain and lay they ass
Not the back of a gentle mother I do like a manhole cover It keeps on pounding my head We'll order water Torture sauce and economics Every day just more
mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it
my eye that it's them same niggaz that bucked at me but it wasn't my time to die ah pull out my thang hit 'em in the back whatever remained so the bitch
back of my ride, think I'm high ,checkin my plates and sticka but if they don't ride paasss me Lil voice in my head sayin hit the gas G, go fastly Through
My road dog, the man Slick Money 415 complete, that's it A new year's resolution to make hits '89 my pen and paper were taxed But see in '90, my shit
