it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga I roll one and roll another one bigger Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker
full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise Even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg If Pu ain't the answer then you must be sick as cancer
It's a shame, I got to blow out niggaz brains to make these motherfuckers peep my game, I let em hang to the flo', snot on the snow, and full of kicked
's a shame, I got to blow out niggaz brains To make these motherfuckers peep my game I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow And full of kicked
all my life I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich what? Lyin' 'bout they bitch what? Lyin' 'bout they dick what? I'm sick of these rap
cuss Now I just rap cause I'm fuckin in love with it Kinda shy guy, so I had to go public with it Hip-hop and fish scales and a blue g wedding Had twins
never really need me If you want me to be something All that I ask is you stop being nothing Back me in I did not choose what is making me sick but
the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo [verse 1] Uhu 4 point 6, dodge in the dits Trunck full of brick,
full steam nah mean Bitches on my jock cuz my flow is hot And they spot tha watch filled wit rocks From a block huh Wen the light hit Strictly fish scale
my niggaz better hear me If you speaking on the phones it wont be secret to the jury They hit you wit that Rico I'm not meaning PR I'm talking full scale
shit to flies Sell gas to Texaco Insurance to Geico Tank full of petro Minutes to metro Hill billy like Jethro Magazines [? ] Screaming that eastside Straight up out the valley yo It's Sick
Probing a voiceless void Pearching for a closure Poisoned tentacles from the past Are tumbling fumbling closet Mood set On full scale regret Peaking an
scales off our eyes. You always take the fall for us, waiting patiently to come and rescue me. Find me out in an instance your presence kills my ties to these sick
decaf, coffee with milk Overlookin the Valley smog like I'm walkin on stilts In the basement of the Los Angeles basin ragin war The weapons are chasin full scale
three] I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich (what?) Lyin' 'bout they bitch (what?) Lyin' 'bout they dick (what?) I'm sick of these rap
the whales kiss it your body scaled I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones We
me Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me I had this full clip for so long, it needs to be empty The reason why it full for so long, 'cause I don