Lyrics:
the east, and she like to go on the tilt
Pull it out, none of her lil', in the trap on West, man
And she text like candy Caine , I told her I wanna be her man
to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable
Man, every word I say should be a hip hop quotable
I'm sick
I can see you? 'Cause I'm sick of being patient
Word
Man I'm sick of being patient, patient
I been thinkin' 'bout you fucking lately, lately
Wishing
Sick of Games
girl I want you
but you want him
act like your brand new
but your used to him
10 bands on his head
cuz he a waste man
I make time for you
form of consequence, compliments
Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable
Man, every word I say should be a hip hop quotable
I'm sick of bitches
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brooklyn at!
I'm right here, big; ya boy sittin' on top like a hair wig, Benz style fly
Bush wick sick, East New York
be the trouble man
I choose to be the peace man
You test my faith, I show the keys Officer Duke, you run out of luck
You sneaky Sick bastard, and crazy
we got to let 'em know
Here's a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the east coast
Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents
Asia's south east
Cause greed is the fuel
In the belly of the beast
The only way you are released
Is when you are deceased
Scary to say the least
When you
Playstation
Stacks full of rack you living in East south
Iron and metal from concrete beast sound
I love the luxury i buy all the meat out
I am
the East overtakes the West
No Model Minority when we pose as a racial threat,
Afraid of a Takeover like the Blueprint that Jay done set
Got them scared
(jealousy got me strapped) callin the murder
The 187, the 187 is in the fire (nigga)
(East Bay Gangsta) East Bay Gangsta man, kill a rat
Kick that
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
Israel, shalom!
In the New Jerusalem, Jersey, ya heard me
China, Africa, South America
My people in Russia, I see y'all in Brooklyn
Canada, Asia, okay,
gettin' see-sick
Yeah, one by one check it out
East Side BOUNTY HUNTER niggas is gettin' see-sick
West Side M Gang, they all gettin' see-sick
York my third eye glides with the view like a hawk
Defined my mind is automatic rhymes are tragic
Fount in the attic lost you in Asia Minor
through South East Asia
It made us stop and think
We never take on passengers
Though we seem to have lots of room
And I can't escape the notion captain
(Yes sir)
Started banging in the east
Now I’m booming in the west
Tell your man to take notes
I can teach him how to dress
Only aiming for your head
Shit I feel like the reaper whenever I got the stick on me
Giving niggas fevers how I wear it look sick on me
Turn a disbeliever to a believer he
And East blame West after hour
And north accuse South every 5 hour
Mi seh Jah Jah soon come and
Dem no no di hour
And man a see di war down inna Romania
It’s
yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know
Here's a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the east coast
Matter of fact the whole
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
Aw...yeaaaah...
Who is the man with the hats with the snaps,
Droppin' the raps with the truth, to the youth that's bustin' the caps?
Who could
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