Lirik Lagu Fed Up (Remix) - House Of Pain
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
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- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
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I say brothers are amused by other brother's repsBut they're all playin' roles just like Omar EppsI see so many players, I wonder where the coach isMy name's Everlast I'm hard to kill like roachesThe dough that you're makin' has got you frontin' and fakin'Your heart's been shook, your brain's cooked like baconCan't believe you're not butter, you thought you was on itOut tryin' to flaunt it, but it's just Blue BonnetAnd now it's my turn, kid, so watch me churnThere's only so many spots, they hard to earn
Pack it up, pack it inLet me beginToo many men are judged by the color of their skinThe apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to restThe more the impure, I got the cure for his vestThe whackest, is spreadin' like a plagueMC's they wanna get paid, but they can hit the f****' graveHow many times are wannabe's gonna tryYo, they must wanna die'Cause they can't touch the knowledge I personifyI travel through the darkest, carryin' my torchThe illest soldier when I'm holdin' down the fortFor some time now, a thousand scrolls and manuscriptsWhen I start to go all out, you be like damn he flippedNow I'm sick and fed up with the bull shitI got that lyrical full clip
When you sellout to appeal to the massesYou have to go back and enroll in some classesAll you earth pieces start shakin' your assesAll you blunt holders take two pulls and pass itBack in '89 I dropped too much acidRock from Lake Habasu, out to Lake PlacidWhile you busy braggin' on the people you've blastedI'm askin' how many days have you fasted
CHORUS:Get up, I'll break it down a little somethin'I'm fed up, it's time to go head huntin'Dead up, too many crew be frontin'I'm fed up, it's time to go head huntin'
I'm sick, demented, smack my managerThe professional, addressin' all y'all amateursAnd to your back I got the ???tres crown siente???Tell me why you tryin' to claim you were gangsta babyAnd let's suppose you really had a burnerYou still would need some lessons on how to hold it firmerFuck a murder, I'm a just kill your ego'Cause we know, that you ain't really got no peopleMutterin' about, my man this, my homey thatYou need to get the f*** out my face 'cause you don't know me jack
I say eeny, meney, miny, moI put seeds in your mental, and I watch them growTurn on the instrumental and clock my flowPut the dough in my pocket, and I rock the show'Cause I know, and you know, this is how we do[Salama lakem] to the Muslim[Shalom] to the HebrewGreed, lust, envy, slothGluttony, pride, and wrath, do the mathThese seven deadly sins represent my jinnYou schemin' on testin' me, kid, where you beenI've been told all my life I'm a only friendThere's a killer on the road, money, it's the endAnd you might think that I'm a dummyBut while you're out at the spot, I'm home chillin' with your honey
I kicks flavorLike Steven King a write the horrorIf you want to see tomorrow, and when I lead, you best to followOr you'll be left along the road in the dustAnd me and you won't have too much to discussI don't know why, MC's will come to test the ???eye and I???Master of self, my wealth, it's just my state of mindI stack my loot, just for the rainy dayAnd you can pour out your 40, for rappers I slayI'm the quick draw, the outlaw, I doubt yourReady to f*** with me, so boy stopOr I'm a beat that ass like your pops[Get the real estate, money, and then the props]
CHORUS
VERSE:Cockni O'Dire
Pack it up, pack it inLet me beginToo many men are judged by the color of their skinThe apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to restThe more the impure, I got the cure for his vestThe whackest, is spreadin' like a plagueMC's they wanna get paid, but they can hit the f****' graveHow many times are wannabe's gonna tryYo, they must wanna die'Cause they can't touch the knowledge I personifyI travel through the darkest, carryin' my torchThe illest soldier when I'm holdin' down the fortFor some time now, a thousand scrolls and manuscriptsWhen I start to go all out, you be like damn he flippedNow I'm sick and fed up with the bull shitI got that lyrical full clip
When you sellout to appeal to the massesYou have to go back and enroll in some classesAll you earth pieces start shakin' your assesAll you blunt holders take two pulls and pass itBack in '89 I dropped too much acidRock from Lake Habasu, out to Lake PlacidWhile you busy braggin' on the people you've blastedI'm askin' how many days have you fasted
CHORUS:Get up, I'll break it down a little somethin'I'm fed up, it's time to go head huntin'Dead up, too many crew be frontin'I'm fed up, it's time to go head huntin'
I'm sick, demented, smack my managerThe professional, addressin' all y'all amateursAnd to your back I got the ???tres crown siente???Tell me why you tryin' to claim you were gangsta babyAnd let's suppose you really had a burnerYou still would need some lessons on how to hold it firmerFuck a murder, I'm a just kill your ego'Cause we know, that you ain't really got no peopleMutterin' about, my man this, my homey thatYou need to get the f*** out my face 'cause you don't know me jack
I say eeny, meney, miny, moI put seeds in your mental, and I watch them growTurn on the instrumental and clock my flowPut the dough in my pocket, and I rock the show'Cause I know, and you know, this is how we do[Salama lakem] to the Muslim[Shalom] to the HebrewGreed, lust, envy, slothGluttony, pride, and wrath, do the mathThese seven deadly sins represent my jinnYou schemin' on testin' me, kid, where you beenI've been told all my life I'm a only friendThere's a killer on the road, money, it's the endAnd you might think that I'm a dummyBut while you're out at the spot, I'm home chillin' with your honey
I kicks flavorLike Steven King a write the horrorIf you want to see tomorrow, and when I lead, you best to followOr you'll be left along the road in the dustAnd me and you won't have too much to discussI don't know why, MC's will come to test the ???eye and I???Master of self, my wealth, it's just my state of mindI stack my loot, just for the rainy dayAnd you can pour out your 40, for rappers I slayI'm the quick draw, the outlaw, I doubt yourReady to f*** with me, so boy stopOr I'm a beat that ass like your pops[Get the real estate, money, and then the props]
CHORUS
VERSE:Cockni O'Dire
