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your business
When my shots go off, they find they victims
Then I scratch names off the shit-list
When my shots go off, they find they victims
(Pow) then

9th Inning

Missy Elliott

9th Inning

2012

a sick flow
You newcomers better sit back and take notes
(Yeah!) This here my time
Here I come, better run, take what's mine
'Bout to let off like

Found A Way

Dave East

Paranoia: A True Story

2017

It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
Got sick and tired of wearin' the same clothes, I

You niggas is sick
You Niggas is sick
I’m all in my bag right now
They hate on the drip
Whoa
You niggas is sick
You Niggas is sick
Bitch run me my

clueless
Black on black Rolls truck, clap they hands when I drove up
And I done got so sick of niggas and bitches, swear I just throwed up
Think I'm 4PF

Please Shut Up

Gucci Mane

Cozy Tapes, Vol. 2: Too Cozy

2017

Please shut up
Please shut up
Please shut up
Please shut up
Please shut up
Please shut up
Yeen ain't sayin' nothing
Damn sure not money, aye
Sick

Babylon

Denzel Curry

Babylon

2017

Yeah
Envious, everyone actin' so frivolous
Jealousy
I can read it with telepathy
You making me sick
You making me sick
I might run up

Fuck That Check Up

Meek Mill

Wins and Losses

2017

gnarly
Did thirty bands in Niemen's, 'nother twenty grand at Barney's
Ever put a pop bitch on a block list, that don't pop shit 
'Cause I got shit in

a degree
But I'm 50K in debt, education ain't cheap
Am I even gonna use it, I rather be a rapper but
I'm sick and tired of passing on my passions, look
I'm

to everything
I'll have to make a longer list
I'm ending this letter
Concealed it with a kiss
It's a vivid painted picture
Of me being homesick
I'm ill
Sick

sick
Bunch of pupils glued to the screen
While I'm maneuverings the viewers
Using Lucifers schemes
I'm loose in ya dreams
Your misconstruing music it

list
And she waited a week
But the dolly was too sick
When he finally arrived he shook his head
At the scene of the crime
Miss polly was dead

I'm sick of these rats you a mouse
Just keep my name out your mouth
You spreading that shit all around
Now
It's turning me bad like The Count
I'm

Big body big crib big whip
Big money in purse make em big sick
Big boss nigga know he gotta big dick
Buy me big bags cause that nigga is a big trick

Tacos, Enchiladas and Beans

Doris Day

Golden Girl: Columbia Recordings 1944-1966

1999

of 'em
I consume them by the score
And when I'm through, what do I do
I stamp and holler for more

You can have the fourth position on my list
Must admit

feelings, I should make a list
I wish that I could go back in time
To before I thought you’d be mine
Love sick
You make me love sick
I get weak in my knees

and grab your reinforcements I'm on my war shit
Cuz I'm tired of not being on people's best list
And hear ya wack rhymes to a Cartier set list
But I digress,

they've got me in a daze
I'm really getting sick
So sick of all that bliss
My name tops that list
Of souls to get back everyday

don't wanna
Buy shit for the bitch coz she left so quick
When I look back man I get so sick
Get sick of the lies man I get so tired
Choppa not silent bow

my big regrets, takes a millisecond
I advancing or receding? obstacles still steady stacking
I'm sick of debts, I'm sick of regrets
I'm sick of sucking

There's a list of reasons you gave me
And I can't reason with you
You say I'm too lazy
But also too busy
You're sick of seeing me hazy
Im sick of seeing you

priorities but I'm not on your list

Go, go get your kicks, I'm just a sick girl
Da da dum, di da dum, da da dum, di da dum, dum da da dum
Da da dum
And now my

a 10, my hoe 17
I stay with lil' Jesus, that shit on my chain
Oh she from my hood, she pull up and get dick
This dirty lil' money is making me sick
She

Shit sick
Now let it just sit
Who really want it with this
Ya'll talk guns
Guns that don't bust
Ya'll talk cash
Cash ya don't got
Ya'll talk a whole lot