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Sick Of It All Life On The Ropes

put this bitch on the almanac. Dice what they hittin' for, 'lax what you sittin' on Tracks who you spittin on, rap till we get it on And don't let nobody

, nigga C'mon Bringin 'wood to the hood Y'all know what it is Young world I put my life on the line for y'all I love y'all It dont matter how hard it

litter to consider coping with Life, it's trife yeah, but these things happen You need to make it better, stop trying to be the mack again Get a grip on

, life for riches, gold diggas havin finesse, put a slug to ur chest with that bitch sickness 4th verse: i hit it high i got it so go get this with the

table like a DJ go aw-err-aw-err All of us poppin' tags, all of us ridin' Bentleys All of us ridin' bikes, so you know we all poppin' wheelies I'm a

't take it back Never on top, always on the bottom Never put your trust in Hillary Rodham 'Cause I can tell you now, it's gon' turn out rotten Keep on

the hustla gon ride if it's war, But You the type of boy that'll hide if it's war, You the type'a boy that never come outside if it's war, So, you a nut

gotta tuck the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons. One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy

hair on my balls is a blood suckin' leech I be hurlin' while you hear, take your index finger Point it at your head and then twirl it 'round your ear