Where the sickness starts, You stood there and preached Independence and faith, You talked of commitment then Made an about face, Take Your Place! A-bout face
Prevod: Št za odgovor. O Face.
me? You think I got caller ID? Guess I should be happy for you For your success and all that But your fame ain't got nothing for us I supported you,
been done before You had enough? "more!" Here we go, I'm about to blow up Don't you dare bite my rhymes, I'll make you throw up Poison soaked in an acid
clubs in fine linen (Preach on) Hopping in them, ill whips with chrome spinning Malice was true to the game for 9 innings We love sinning but now I answer for
made God cry, praying for my downfall This the shit Ia??m talking bout right here, let me tell you niggas something You can be anything in this World that you want, except for
was going swell And everything was just peachy! Except of course for the undeniable fact That every single morning My mother would make me a big ol' bowl of Sauer kraut for
With every revolution Shows the answer Is in the evolution Turning...spinning...moving on I don't want to talk about the future 'Cause every day just races by so fast Never waiting for
finger in your booty) {OKAY~!} You can't turn a hoe into a housewife I don't give a fuck what she look like She can have an ass like Buffy and a face
I don't know if You will listen To a humble prayer They tell me I'm just an outcast I shouldn't speak to You Still I see Your face and wonder Were You once an
1, i got love for ya all, and that?s real talk!... ..burn it to you cd, .. i?m on the ground, ? i put it down for ya all, i put it down for ya all, i
just not Let's face it Going to get any ideas up at the office And seeing john made me think of the velvets And I had been thinking about them When
back again Where have you been? Just as I looked away, I saw a face behind you A little boy stood at your door And when I looked again I saw his face
wrong And it's easier to drink then go crazy And if there were questions About why the end was so sad Well, George had no answers About why a son Ever
hate my bad ways But still she blame it on herself for doin' what she done It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums So what you think about myself
Miami style Butterfly, then open wide So when it's over and I'm alone I gots to know, I need an answer I'm lookin' for the one to take me home Would
in you muthaf-ckers this art imitate my life you WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white eliminate the fools ghouling imitation ice my music for your soul, inspiration for
about what it is rite now? Like fightin' for anything, anytime And actin' without a care anywhere When we ain't kids no more Will it still be about
