Lyrics:
Lenox Square
I don't know about you, but I miss the Freaknik
'Cause that's where my city use to be real sick (come on)
People from other cities used
on the pot
Ain't never had allot but thankful for
The little that I got why not be
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they slick
By trying
And Ne-yo is like Young Michael, I'm Quincy hoe
Now hear the flow that broke the Da Vinci Code
I'm psycho, everything I wrote go together, so nice
Smoking weed, true indeed
Sick emcees presented by tecca neez
Check it out
Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
down
You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man
Eh yo, thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode
Uh, 2000 G
Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back
You wanna ball 'till you fall, I can help you with that
You want beef? I could
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
okay
Now it's back to the lab, yes back to the bank
Six
So don't think that I ain't sick
That I'm in places you can't get
When you're inside
ya the tone to tour, to walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
So good to you why? Yo! Question to you why?
The wing to your
sick an' had to go to bed
Lucy Ann drove steel like a man
Lawd, Lawd, Lucy Ann drove steel like a man
Cap'n says to John Henry
Gonna bring me
the curse and it gets worse as time goes by (what?)
Can't see straight 'cause I'm so high (what? What?)
Why ask why when you know?
Nigga, when its your
[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over,
tryna get some vick
Boss man, what's happening with ya, nigga?
Let me clear the business
Yo I got it but not this instance
Yo boss, them boys slipped
I'm back, know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
I'm back, grindin' hot and tuck in yo' tail
I'm back, soon as I hit da crowd gon' yell, well I'm back
you ain't been consistent
Said I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing
You were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs
So
Yo
Sick of this shit
Come on
Come on got damnit
Tired of losin friends
I remember when I thought it was cool
To peel a nigga cap
Bring the butterfly
See-see-check, yo
Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
forlorn
Whatever so forlorn's supposed to mean
I'm sick of good intentions
Whatever their intent on being
Who's responsibility lies in sending him to me
acting so frio (cold)
You know I'm independent ask Ne-Yo (woah)
Remember you took me surfing out in Rio I never saw this coming man I should've called Cleo
but a little funky mac song
All I'm sayin' is that I wanna smack it all night long
On and on until the early morn'
Givin' up all you need so you can
Yeah you too princess
Unless the restrainin order specifies
At least ten steps
Word placement, is this seat taken?
So sick of waitin' and
Ya'll ain't
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