all busted You can't pressure me when will you see The walls that are closing in You wanna take, take, take 'till you have it all Can't trust it, your busted
all busted You can't pressure me when will you see the walls that are closing in you wanna take, take, take 'till you have it allv Can't trust it your busted
Translation: Sick Of It All. Busted.
re all busted You can't pressure me when will you see the walls that are closing in you wanna take, take, take 'till you have it allv Can't trust it your busted
you my first move Climb up in it slow, I ain't tryin to hurt you Can you feel me baby? Should I keep it right there? Is it still me baby? Take off
award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all
no had work all in' the projects Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it We was livin' it up All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin' givin' it
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
is at? We got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now
't know how to act Sitting in casinos while I'm gambling with Arafat Money long, watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac Y'all already know I got the streets bust
it all up just I want to get ahead See I had to lose car, job, wife, dog and home Debts and threats on the phone Maybe I should bust a move instead
had something on you I woulda did it by now Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session Down and sending it to mastering to make it
exposed, my snuff nose busts all foes So, what the fuck you suppose happened? For calling me out, fuck rapping We gun clapping, the sharp shooter It be
our style and ABC it Then so be it 'Cause nowadays these kids, jeez Don't give a shit about lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as
[Busta Rhymes: A Tribe Called Quest - "Scenario" Sample] As I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind RRRAH
Be In It Like I Live There (Yup) Listen To My Songz (Aye) Before You Pass Out (Come On) And All Night Long, I Bang Ya Ass Out Dig It Dig It Dig It Like
burning Sick feeling, sick reasoning, sick challenge you la la la la You can't imagine it, how hard it is to grow You can't imagine it, can you imagine
forget you, no For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, it'll put the dyna in mite Yeah, it'll make the dopest
