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A part of me is
Trynna find a place
In a world that's better because
I'm sick of problems
And I'm sick of hate
I wanna get outta here, outta here,

Or it's a lie, I'm just hogtied
Got frog eyes, cause chick with a phatty walked by
Nice complexion, nice tan
And so behind her I ran 'til I seen her

I'll be right by your side
Radio play me that new 3005
Bino won't die, illest rapper alive
See what's up with Fredo when
I'm out in the Chi
Murder

What are we doing here
I can't seem to calm my mind
Wanna be in another year
Sick of feeling so confined
Tell me you need me
When I need you more oh

I'm sick of these burdens 
I'm sick of us hurting 
I'm sick of the curses 
I'm sick of the cursing 
So why am i cursing
My curses are cursive

Alright so the next song is by
Aye neech cook one up
Ion give her no a, no b , no c, I give her that d and she rolling on e
Ion give a f cause she

sick of bein' used
Sick of bein' stepped on, sick of tryna prove
Prove I'm good enough, but I just never am to you
I was born with nothin', tell me,

so I had to make it real
Serving on these patients like a doctor on my fill
This beat is just too sick, it's just too sick, I'm feeling ill
This beat

stranger things
So
This ain't nothin' from the Milky Way
Life ain't really how it seems
Sick of living through the day to day
Scottie take me in a beam

Unh

myself
And I'm not well
I'm by myself
In this living hell
I can't tell if I'm feelin' well
Got shades at night and some bitchin' knells
I don't really feel

Left by many
This shit feels heavy, nah
Life so crazy
People be jelly, yah
Left by many
This shit feels heavy, nah
Life so crazy
People be jelly, yah

but I know that'll only make the worst for me
So I'm fighting this battle sober
And man, I just wish for it to be over
I feel the night by my side, Put

feeling so sick, huh?
Who knew my rise would
Have you feeling like this

I'm suppose to be nothing
Without you
You in your feelings now?
I always built you

Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

Snoop Dogg

Murder Was the Case

1994

in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by

bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts

I say

Mass information assimilation got me filled with
Highly volatile hostile crazy wild ill shit
Cold rhymes get laced by the sick slang singer

Want What I Got

MC Lyte

Seven & Seven

1998

'cause I'm back 

Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks 

I never liked your ass, by the way, 'cause you're wack 

Give a dog a bone so

Don't take me to a doctor
There's nothing wrong with me
I'm sick to the bone and that's all I'll ever be

You are the only one who can stop this
Or I

bring sounds like a onomatopoeia 
But I feel out my times like Im riding with a beeper 
And I been riding with my seat back
I'm tryna relax so I relapse

bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut de fuck up and listen to me
I make these killings
I got money to the ceiling [why's that?]
Cuz I'm

Feelin' like I'm sick and queasy, apathy served overeasy
Silent cause I swear I'm needy, just lay down yo, calm & vici 
Emotion, depression seedy,

you some bread
Okay
Fucked up sick in the brain that's I
I might just give him some brain I'm like
If close my eyes it's the same plus why
Would I turn

fucking sick of everybody treating me like I'm a ghost
Surrounded by phoneys I can't trust no body
They say that we homies but don't even know me
Drifting

bright
You mad because I’m steady getting paper overnight
All the work that’s given to me I just call it light
I be killing rappers so you better put up