Lyrics:
*sung by Otis & Shug*
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Said I`m gonna get so
my life right by the end of the road
'Fore my body in a casket and I'm stiff and froze
'Fore I'm layin' in a morgue with a tag on my toes
I'm here
Feels so good comin’ off my fingertips
When I’m on this rap shit
String Music
See, people they wanna, they wanna celebrate with you
They wanna—they
rather wait
If I give you my emotion, first day, fuck you gon' chase?
I'm a pimp by nature, baby, in and out the state
So I play games, lead you on ad
the door, I went and broke the doorframe
They think I'm tapped, what makes you think I'll leak my own tape
Let the leakers leak this shit, comin' like
Isn't it reckless where we were?
Thinkin' we were so much more
Leavin' my black dress on the floor
So I could keep you comin' back for more
Now, ooh,
putting lil shawty up on the map
They Tellin lies on me and she already knowing it’s cap
You stayed by my side always down to ride so I feel like I owe you
And can't even stay at home
Baby, you's a long time comin'
But you are all welcome home
You may be a long time comin'
Mama, you are welcome home
Lord,
na
Yeah, only now, now, now
I'm the bunny coming 'round, 'round, 'round
To the truth
Baby, I found out
Why did you do it?
Always had my doubts
playa that's all about my dough
And I'm not comin home tonight, you triflin ass hoe!
[Chorus]
*Big Moe ad libs till song fades*
"Blac Youngsta"
And I got it by my side every time I'm in the gutta
Load it up and take a ride
Don't make me pull it on yo mother
We Spinnin' in Denver
hurt inside
Always worryin', mi pelon, if you're comin home
That's why I call you so much when you leave me alone
I don't wanna bug and this I promise
yo yo, comin' to you live
Smokin' mad Phillies with my niggas from the Hoodaville section
And all my niggas from the Weequahic section, word is bond
Collect call from the phone
I told you, "I'm comin' home"
But you just keep walkin' out
Gang, ain't that a shame?
You the same bitch went and tatted my name
zone's forbidden
Daz Dillinger comin
With the force of a cobra
And now you been bitten
Bustin to the extreme, show my
Broadest and realest
You know me
I got a letter
It come to me by mail
My baby's coming' home
I hope that she don't fail
[Chorus]
Because I feel so good
I feel so good
You
I got a letter
It come to me by mail
My baby's coming' home
I hope that she don't fail
[Chorus]
Because I feel so good
I feel so good
You
the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy
Endless bottles of patron got me feeling lit
I'm enjoying every moment of the life I live
Got a baby by my side and goddamn she a 10
Treat the crowd just
Motivated by anger my hustle is revenge
I guess it worked out cuz I finally got a Benz
In order to get here I cut off some friends
We ain't dappin'
it's ten sheds of gray
I guess were all done and you ain't comin home
Got to keep my head up so I don't feel alone
It all ain't right but we got to move
sweaters in the sink
Now the chain and my watch is gold Dweller with the link
I'm making cheddar, what you think?
Gettin' better by the blink
Let's save
peaceful? I'm comin' from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape
peaceful? I'm comin' from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love
When I need to escape
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