Lyrics:
sicko
Played a couple games in the snow last year
Winter came it was cold outchea
Stabbed in the back by the black
They thought I was dead, I was Jon
that I lost in a year
Two years
Three years
She’s gone like a new year
Who’s there
Mistakes
Changes are way dangerous
Takes days to be caged in a tank
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and
Final Destination part 3
Trust me I'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash
better ask about me
I'm really from the streets, ain't playing no games
I know, knock on your door man
All my niggas back in the game
3-5-9, murder squad,
dangerous on this one track
Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up
My ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up
My ego up
the deal. Dropping knowledge on street corners has an appeal. Check your ego at the door stop fronting for your peers. Because your game is wack if you don't
'cause it's all in the game
D-Roc and Kaine, that Ying Yang Twins
Then go bring some pain
Nigga gone tilt it down on they brain
[Chorus: Ying Yang
Lessons from Mr. Feeny
While the devil is conflicting me
Mischievous bafoonery
Followed by Clownish activity
Some how this bottle
Has me partaking in this
to grab onto the track's rubber
I am what you call a track robber
Because the second I get my hands on one
I give it the risk of dying like the tips
three 6's like six, six, six
Chorus
[Sonsee]
BLAOW! Techs up cause we bust rowd'
Shoot through your door
Watch bodies lift off the floor
Runnin' up
are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Cause if he come through the back, he attacks
Crack, cocaine,
of my sacrifices
But it's always worth it when I'm told that I'm the nicest
Kicking down the door and you ain't gotta co-sign it
Came to terrorize
of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause it's like that, on a phat track
with a fat sack
D-Roc
blocking sperm
They gon learn, I can make it till where they wet as a sherm
My game straight as a perm, they never gon see it coming
Unless I be in
And cocked, but now the clip's ready to peel on a punk
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Why'all niggaz better run, we ready for war
This ain't no game we off the chain,
moat, let's see if y'all can float
I'm waiting four flights down, I'm tryna make my escape
I spit explosive flows, they're dangerous like hitting a vape
I
changes,
Gotta see the game from like six angles
Try to operate with three can’t nobody save you,
You can walk around feeling like you bossed up,
Don’t know
of people inspired by rappers
Who do give a shit about the game we livin' in
Shit is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these
the only one who can stop this never-ending game
(Ooh oo oo)
Flying down Water Street
About to swoop your girl from the Pickle yo (pickle yo!)
About to have
a Porsche with only two doors,
need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two different bills, different styles, different sums
Started as a drive-by
5 PM sunny side, walking down the BLVD
Knocking on the door, we called but KS always makes it hard
Like we said link at four but of course he ain't
I got the windows down
Bumpin' out the baseline
Keep my picture posted in your wallet by your waistline
I know it's been a minute
I could never
Spence the track pimp
Dangerous when I murder bass lines like Shawn Kemp
'Cause my whole game official, my hot ones ain't going to miss you
What they
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