, so I'm, so I'm So I?m ready now Get rid of me Get rid of me Get rid of me Get rid of me Get rid of me
Vertaling: Die Vou. Raak van my.
letting go of all that held me down Getting rid of me Here?s to letting go Here?s to letting go of all that held me down Getting rid of me I suppose
me, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze I'm a soldier These shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold
they can't spot me Runnin out the buildin, cops shot me I played dead on the ground like you cowards got me Until I heard the engine of my man's Kawasaki
out to every boy and every girl Give me relief! I sing Give me relief! Squash all beef Don't let these arguments destroy us! I sing Give me relief!
'd sooner live in Hell. On a Christmas day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like
start to fold up And the brothers start fleein' like it's a hold up Some step aside but a few play me close Never worry, 'cause the brother who cross me
you ain't built for battle. Chorus It was me.. That made you stop doin shows in the states It was me.. That made you get pauly on a tape It was me..
't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave Game get rid of me? Not little me Man, I got 'em, I'mma get '
Where it's hot fuckin' shit I'll be the main muthathafucka So ya dead in a hitch Bullet led to his throat Let two off in his head Wuz he scared? Dead 'cuz of me
i talk circles around the brain matter of folds, it's just a reminder of who came fatter with flows, an rhymes to snatch the essaince outcha skin without
couch Yeah, this old couch is a pretty safe place While she blows off a little steam Well, she's mad as hell but that's alright She ain't getting rid of me
, drive fast cars, still wear a vest for protection at the bar Smoke me a spliff, talk big shit, never in my life will I ever will slip Don't test me '
flesh and bone all wrapped up in pages flashed in our faces laughing and spiteful Run away Lost again misdirected and folded drowned in bones and thrown away they told me
a folding chair Got bombed at the parade and ended up Playin' Chicken with the tanks But if you knew me like I know myself You'd hate me like I hate
.C.C. Real with me, you better be The industry is scared of me These pussy niggas ain't sell They'll get signed instead of me Now toss me the basketball
