Sick

Verse 1

We pull mad triggers

War what we used to, some done buried before

What we used to, dropping bodies under the floor

Not what it looked like

It's what it really be

And they could tell you in your next life

You're still parrow

For whatever dinero

Blackout dirty barrels get stuck for your dinero

But who's ta blame

Me or this dirty game

My blood forever cold

Just like my last name

The world is like this

My blood froze up my vein

Stick you for your drug money

Chip ice off your chain

Your life just blacked like dirty burns to your left jaw

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We sick yeah yo my crew run wild

Yeah yo we sick, we on some other shit

Yeah yo we sick, long pipe between your lips

We sick, some burn you for your necklace

We sick, my crew run wild

We sick, from cradles to caskets

We sick, long pipe between your lips

Yo we sick, yo we on some other shit

Verse 2

Ah yo we sick

We wild like 2 nines and 4 clips

My crew make ghosts

Ride close with the toaster

Wanted face on posters

Guess they tell you we armed like we supposed ta

Gats in holsta, drink white rum all day

Straight 'till dinner

Show up at your party

Turn your dance into a thriller

I guess it only takes much to know about my family

We all about Bibles and kronze

Money and robberies

The speaker chosen

The amount of heat we holdin;

The amount of grams loadin'

The amount of man we foldin' no lie

Sometimes I feel nothing to live for

I seen my days in a shoot out with 5.O

Ah yo we sick

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Verse 3

We were brought up by the older gangstas

Off the block who ran the turf

I'm from the murder capitol of my town

You better research

You know it got worse so sail on

Years apon the time it wasn't this bad but the earth crumbled too fast

Dirty money runnin' da block

At twin towers airport searching bottles of rum for baby powder

Can't catch us on bare face moves intoxic

Catch us on your news mask up like smarter convicts

Represents the hustlers on streets or in cells

The truth always flashes in light

When time tells I'm your LDC time

Reality will tell it

On the opposite of the gun smoke and I could smell it

We sick

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