Lyrics:
spit
I just POSE on a bitch
Man the crowd is so lit
I just POSE on a bitch
Man yo chick on my dick
So I POSE on a bitch
Man so sick when I spit
I just
Said he want a boss bitch (boss!)
So I ran up a check on him (Ching!)
Now he’s looking real sick (I got him sick!)
You might wanna check on him
See I
that nigga
We the coldest, flow Hypnosis
So explosive, yo' bitch knows it
We the coldest, flow Hypnosis
So explosive, yo' bitch knows it
(You
f*** pneumonia
If I get sick, then I get sick
Spend a weekend with influenza
But, I'm an influencer
So I call you people who depressed
And I told you
I rhyme this
My flow is impeccable, hella unwreckable
Knowing nobody else on this
So let me slow it down
Yo let me slow it down check it! Ayo, yo, yo
INTRO [Kardinal Offishall]
It's a Kardi Kardi party, what!
What, yeah
Yo this be the Kardi Kardi party, what!
[Saukrates]
Anybody coming through
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
different
Ignorance is bliss livin fearless
Seeking innocence
Yo
I scream and I yell by myself
Cant get help so I dwell on the pain
Cant you tell
Locked
gettin' sick jus' tryna spit dis
How you gonna kneel on a neck for 9 minutes
Trayvon gets shot by a mutha fuckin' midget
Freddie gets neglected by a bitch
me
So fuckin' sick, lass, got ya feeling queasy
Said I'm Deezy, puffin' trees makes me wheezy
Flow so breezy, like 1, 2, 3, A.B.C
Smooth, but ain't
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
It seems like the only way you gon' hear me
Is when I throw the autotune on my voice
So rep yo city rep yo city
rep yo city rep yo city!
rep yo city
sick and tired of the distractions
And I'm so sick and tired of the distractions
Walk by but I can't seem to stay focused
TV Blurred watching Hocus
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my
to shoot with harpoon someone call the cap
'Cause I can't catch any food, by there is not captain available
So I resort to the internet, CD's and maybe even
30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these n****s cross me
I'm certified crasy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for
30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggas cross me
I'm certified crasy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for
*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
you belong
They don't even have a fuckin' set called Airhorne and Claiborne
So what'cha want to do throw yo shit up
I say you on Lafayette yo stupid
don't want her to
I know she gon persist
So I just kept it cool
I'm so sick and tired of this
She acting sexy too
But fuck it I had to suck the tits
She
shake your Teil, clap für clap, yo step für step
So chillax ich hab zu tun
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Be by my side - yo clap für clap
Babe fullmoon yo
the only thing
So my soul is the most
But my soul into motion
You caught me I might choke
You caught me I'm frozen
Learn to hang no rope
I'm sick n tired
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