Teksty:
Sick Of It All Don T Follow

Don't follow, don't follow Follow your instinct, follow what's right Don't fall for fashion, don't fall for hype Follow your viscera, follow your soul Don

Don't follow, don't follow follow your instinct, follow what's right don't fall for fashion, don't fall for hype follow your viscera, follow your soul don't

like eighty-nine All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo' Cause they don't

hard y'all, no time to pull it Y'all fools think illin' and tearin' up hip-hop is the thing to do G? I'm paid I don't need rap no more fool I make a

ounce of me, you know it's true It's killing you now, yeah, I hope the ho dies slow in you It's 'cause of you now I don't trust 'em at all, fuck 'em

Don't Bullshit me [Lil Wayne] Hello World it's Little full clip me Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullshit sleep It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It

Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments Don shit, real niggas who I get it on with When I'm around, my colleagues ain't comfortable They all got a-sick with

Lose control, all body, all soul Don't move too fast, people just take it slow Don't get ahead, just jump into it Y'all hear about it, the Peas'll do

we thug, could of been all hood The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood Pick up on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow Smilin', hatin' but