it down jam it down your throat jam it down your throat it's so hard to make a mark jam it down your throat it's so hard to make a mark jam it down your
Fordítás: Sick Of It All. Make A Mark.
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
Y'know, I ain't a hoe that'll want a nickel of herb The street bitch need a stack that's as thick as a curb And you might catch a chick in the 'burbs
a peaceful place, I wanna see it They say I gotta leave it to see it, so it be it And though I appreciate bein' alive Sometimes I wanna see how it feels
always see it repackaged And I've never gotten a penny from it How could that be I should call henry But it was good seeing john I did a cover for him
that you wanna talk about it You got me all watery in the eyes, you know But ah, it?s all good I wanna tell y'all three man I love y'all like y'all love
a be a hot spot Pushing slugs just to make it I'm in the game and it's real and a nigga can't fake it I know it's sad what I'm doing And I don't give
'Cause when it come to havin' a hit, I'ma make another one Blink a 182 times When you see the Twista with Travis, madness Kinda like a savage, grab it
throw it up against the wall I dropped a C-note, didn't miss it A little skank from the other side, picked it up and kiss it like Good luck, you deserve it
them go I'm a sucka, all I gotta say These drugs really got ahold of me That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow When you swallow it all, wallow
on everything Sick when I kick it, barf Me sobering up, fart I crush ya brain like a pill crusher, lets crush a pill yeah F-ck, I think I just crushed
up the data Runnin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater Don't it make sense These shell casin's is just like a
say You already said it, Royce I ain't calling names 'cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all
it b*unt where did y'all run when we almost lost Marshall y'all did it big like Costco and we back in this bitch like a tampon still fuck dirty, Em's
it [Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9?] I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all
