to make things better make things better with fantasy Open your eyes and you'll see better see it's up to you and me To fight for all the things we
to make things better make things better with fantasy Open your eyes and you'll see better see it's up to you and me To fight for all the things we believe
Bản dịch: Sick Of It All. Stick Together.
the fact is... what you doin', I did it. You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it. That's cool, I was the first one wit it -- You's a Lil' Kim wannabe
all retarted, tarted Standin' in the very important, portant Overseas Kush import it, port it One hit wonders can't afford it, afford it Camera phone, it
see the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the first one with it you deluded kim wannabe
flames of hell A place where all assassins dwell Pur back on earth to destroy all workshipppers of peace Body bags and caskets may all good cease Together
thieves us We'd stick together for all time And we meant it but it turns out just for a while We stole, the friendship that bound us together We stole
get the spot leaning that's what we trying for We all we got, that's why we rhyme so I feel we the best, no sense in lying though Now, all together,
and it burns I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it (Yuck, yuck) Hit you
interestin' I got a game plan but they can't intercept it They can't do nothin' but respect it Because my flow is anorexic, sick it's infected Haha yeah it
tell a friend Bitch, I ain't your boy, so respect me as a man And niggaz understand that I'm down for whatever We gotta make it better brothers gotta stick together
it in love wit this drug shit, loyal and all for it whats a nigga to do? wit no cash at 22 take it, or find the best way to make it fast my mans rakin
, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it
. If you'll turn your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the land of the free, all racists live together in harmony, and we are all treated equal, we all
above all a land of freedom. That's the beautiful thing about our country; we are all treated equal. All races live together in harmony. What is it
don't break laws Quit, quit it, forget it Pause, say your way with it Pause, if you did it, admit it 'Cause you shouldn'ta did it Next time, you think
