Lyrics:
and the dutch is somethin
What you niggaz sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT
been shackled by Western culture
You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
That's why we competitin'
Death by the chrome barrel, forgot
Ugh huh
Yeah
So Sick In Da Building
Yeah
C'mon
You know
We So Sick so you know what it is
21 I live my life in the wind
We be getting it in
I
times before
Took me back, I did it more
I was convinced, you was gettin' even and gettin' hit
By another nigga, yeah, I was sick
I'm a player but I
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
your bossing me around is killing me
when are you going to finally see
i just want to live my own life
so don't stab me with your knife (ah!)
by
life-size
Niggas hating on it, that dick is close by
Echoed the lullabies, sing at your funeral
Send his mamma the bills
I'm reading my fan mail
BBM'n bitches
someone like me
Can't relate to anybody there is no story to live
I will create my own like no one could before
I'm on my own path of life am not human I'm
that car
But you will find it hard, 'cause you live too far
You will always find it, you'll always get by
There's always been a reason for your
red when I came out the blue
I'ma walk right by like I ain't got a clue
I'ma do me, you can do you, boo
I'm sick and tired of lying to you
And if
paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
You get mad puff-lie all day
the right way
I tried to shout that was a lie
I felt so sick I spat in their lifestyles with a runaway pride
Untouched by unhuman hands
'Cause only God knows
And them Nike kicks running your life
Your ambition been driven by them
Cars that you like i know some girls that's
Faster than Tech N9ne
Self esteem as low
it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta why'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
(verse three) {1:50}
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they
Deeply sick on our way back
Sick with the ways of life
Displaced from our land by the Mongols
We must seek our home to curse
Wallachia
Only we know
I don't wanna live a life of mediocrity
I don't wanna be enslaved by false democracy
Chained in a realm not of my own design
I wanna be free I want
42nd street terminal
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money and the most
Uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are
longer do you think we'll stand.
So little left here to live for
By the time my life is at its end.
[Chorus]
I want it back one more time
Let me
lives
No fucking time
We're sick and tired today
Of this ordinary way
We're sick and tired today
Of this ordinary way
Let's go to the bar
And drink
colder I refuse to live my life like I'm pathetic
Before I lay to sleep pray to LORD my soul to keep I just really hope I don't regret it
Because I'm sick
He bitching cause I ain't got a lot time for these weirdos
Talking shit all up in my earlobes
I just live life, trying to do it right
Everyone that
talk to your man
he bitching cause i ain't got a lot time for this weirdos
talking shit all up in my ear lobes
i just live life
tryin do it right
a fuck me, i'm a brawl with yourself - free, what the feel, freedom
Life for you live - life for your dawn
Life for you live - life for your dawn
Life for
wanna leave the world with some happiness
I've been making all this music by my fucking self
I'm a fucking goth boy wearing all black
In a sick sad world
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