Woorden:
Terror Nothing To Me

fucking fake Never, it means nothing to me, nothing to me It means nothing to me, to me It means nothing to me, to me, to me

[Chorus] Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop Nothing's gonna stop me [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Ay yo I walk the walk, talk the talk New York what's liver

have, never will, all that shit means nothing to me. I see through the fashion parade, it's so fucking fake. Never, it means nothing to me. Look inside

have, never will, all that shit means nothing to me. I see through the fashion parade, it's so fucking fake. Never, it means nothing to me. Look inside

, good fellas in rotation, uhh That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gibbs Before they draw, niggaz threw me

' G I break crazy A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me, clock me, cops wanna glock me Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't stop me Uhh

that could be told Chorus: Sacrifice your freedom Sacrifice your prayer Take away your language Cut off all your hair Sacrifice the loved ones Who always stood by me

Or will they sink absorbed forever Will the Atlantic Coast, have it's final boast Nothing else contained you ever Now the coal-black sea waits for me, me, me

fit and fury of Lenore, nameless here forever more And the silken sad uncertain, rustling of the purple curtain Thrilled me, filled me With fantastic terrors