Letras:
Sick Of It All Martin

Hidden like the squalor that we create Martin wants out of this but poverty keeps him in this place Sratching like the vermin between the walls Martin

Hidden like the squalor that we create Martin wants out of this but poverty keeps him in this place Sratching like the vermin between the walls Martin

no to me, I'm like a wedding ring. Maybe it's how I pour that Patron, Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne. Maybe it's how I write shit when

give me head, then I?fm have to take it [Royce Da 5'9":] And then after takin?f that, I?fm a catch a case, it?fs gon?f be fascinatin?f It?fs gon?f say

Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets And amidst all

sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like

role, I been chasin a girl from letters to Cleo but she broke her neato, Mariah Carry man forget it if O.D.B hit it I cant fuck wit it! Nuttin against

for my niggas that get high All uh my niggas that get by All my niggas that get fly This is for my niggas that cop dutches All uh my niggas throwin it

kill it and all you wack ass rap n-ggas dying with it I?m so harlem eating but so starving pockets full of fat like all I do is eat margarine Millz [