Letras:
Sick Of It All Kept In Check

before Nothing's different, not at all We're desperate and lost, helpless And they want respect from us, helpless As we're kept in check, helpless We're kept

before Nothing's different, not at all We're desperate and lost, helpless And they want respect from us, helpless As we're kept in check, helpless We're kept

: [Dr. Dre] Check Check, 1,2 , 1,2 1,2(it's rolling) Yea yea yea Dr. Dre up in here Y'all know what this is. Its what y'all been waiting for Funk Master

E] "Shut up you cunt!" I said, "Fuck it!" Took it and stuck it back up in my head then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck Chorus [

Siegel & Memphis Bleek) [Memphis] Yeah, check it Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up It's crew love

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

in her face, I wanted to tell you, but it wasn?t my place. I kept it on the low, cause I know you was gonna check that hoe. But instead, you was quiet

the woolen collar on his fleece. Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again, As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased. He catches raindrops on his window, it

Ced, check it out Rage and hostility fills me I'ma slave to the rhythm, even if it kills me People don't know, how it feels to be sick And tell them suckers