I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized I'm sick and tired of barely gettin' by I'm sick and tired of not livin' right I'm sick and tired of bein' sick
rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself
ill You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith To let yourself down would be a big disgrace With the london boys, with the london boys You're
when you cough, who farted? all this fashion is making me sick, my son is a star, my daughters a model, drinking expensive bottles of water. incest may make
Ready!) What say the fuck what ya say (We Ready!) [Pastor Troy: ("We Ready!" in background for last 8 lines)] I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit
!) What say the fuck what ya say (we ready!) Pastor troy: ("we ready!" in background for last 8 lines) I make the ghetto my lobby, make they
you Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do, watch out, we
bad as hell I'm sick of spendin nights in jail I want to be free! (and that's the truth) Ohhh yeahhh I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh Got out of jail
don't kick em, check it Like the fat boys said, i "brrrrrrrr, stick em!" From that point on, I say we're on for the night But I love it when
You touch me again, I'll put your lights out. [Roxie Hart] - Wait... [Fred Casely] - Your husband will be home soon, why don't you watch yourself. Don
you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself,
the grave [get paid] That's all he spoke, lights out at your part That's all she wrote Everybody got a time and a place they die But if your out there
away from the pom pom boys and the jock strap girls Yeah, give me the super pill to make things better Yeah, the super pill to make everything alright
me bad as hell I'm sick of spendin' nights in jail I want to be free, ohh yeah (And that's the truth) I want to be free, ohh yeah Got out of jail about
You hear that Yaowa, you know who finna file out Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night
out man, shout out to Hip-Hop game) Aye you should come and get this good game (Uh uh uh uh, the Warm Up) Hey, hey I pray for days and nights I gave