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Sick Of It All 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

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

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

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

'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

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

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

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

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