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Sick Of It All The Blood And The Sweat

through the hardships everyday I do what I can to fade away {the bullet has passed it's got our state} it helps our pride {all the merry, it hasn't last

Struggling through the hardships everyday I do what I can to fade away {the bullet has passed it's got our state} it helps our pride {all the merry, it

to spit and start over from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference when I rip this stage and tear it in half

so sick wit it, spit liq' wit it I got tommy guns like the ol' gangsta flicks did it, yeah Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me? Lettin' off, nigga, all

do me and get payed for it so fuck a market and plan I'm light skinned and I can smile c'mon market me man so pray for me and play your position... I

If I'd never given up, Kept on rappin. Been so many years of blood, sweat and tears, Fears to overcome, so i'ma give it my all, And when it's last call

person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it

it, make you want to reposition your pivot When we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it And if they wont' hear it then go live and forgive and forget it

to get Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Yeah, yeah I've been playing all night long 'Bout time I was gettin