Give respect, get it back, my solid promise To this private pact, to this honored oath I pledged never to let them Push you over the edge Straight edge
Give respect, get it back My solid promise to this private pact To this honored oath I pledged Never to push you over the edge Straight edge or not
Oversettelse: Sick Of It All. Gi Respekt.
give respect, get it back, my solid promise to this private pact, to this honored oath i pledged never to let them push you over the edge straight edge
my heart and ran it straight into the planet Into the dirt, I can no longer stand it Now my respect I demand it I'ma take control of this relationship, command it
motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all
another one) Ha ha I know it's not too ghetto (And another one, Bad Boy) I know it's not too ghetto Pedigree (Pedigree baby) I said I know it's not to
It has been, it has been, it has been, it has been It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death,
miss you I want you back for good Girl, don't give me that damn mouthwash I don't wanna hear ya talk no more, alright? I'm so sick of ya, I don't miss you at all
miss you I want you back for good (Pharrell Williams) Girl dont give me that damn mouth wash I dont wanna hear ya talk no more alright? I'm so sick of ya I dont miss you at all
i'm sick of all your games i'm sick of all of what you say cuz all you do it does not make sense oh no chorus: your
hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10 We all used to shot food but it was
, cat walk and imagine Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it And if I had to give you up It's only been
start to shoot Let's do it for the troops, it's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute, it's Young
from the burning flames of hell A place where all assassins dwell Pur back on earth to destroy all workshipppers of peace Body bags and caskets may all
all of my niggas be ready this pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. Everybody I know out lookin' for a come up, we creep, it
