Lyrics:
Mc’s will get hammered cant touch this
Man think theyre sick sent man to the hospice
Im out here cant top this
When i touch the mic they’ll be
man?
Who's the original, who's the biochemical
Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital
Digital
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Two hundred
the greatest of all time
Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga
Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river
Two tears in a bucket, fuck it Kick the can
I'm a classic man
When we hit that thing then we pass it on
See me in de streets imma badda man, make it one month fast, this ain't Ramadan
Making
this East nigga (yo, yo, you, you hatin')
Get the fuck outta here, man, for real (Dave East is hot, he hot)
What kind of shit is this, man? (He hot,
seducing
Darkened conclusion I'm sick of losing
Yuh
Waitress the gin and the sprite
For I
Mix it with Jack I'm alright
Flush and the colors combine
Oh my
Why
Mhmm
Back on the road
I'm in my mode
Asking they asking
If I did this before
Sick with the flow
Can't fuck with hoes
Outta this world
Like UFO's
To the motion hopin to toke what I'm smokin'
[Chorus: x2]
Sick man of Asia let the herb heal
Take a rickshaw of Asian all party be waitin'
The land where
the East and West gon' bump
All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk
Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lighters lit up, T got some
Yo, how am I sick AND have the hiccups?
We from the
We from the
I don't know how this mix is gonna sound
Okay
We from the coast on the east side
I’m amazing
She give me top I don’t say shit
She want to fuck she ain’t playing
You a lame you a minute man
God bless I’m one in a million
Eating
God damn bro I could go for a 40 right now, where we at?
East coast right?
My fucking city
My town, let me the fuck out
This my stop
I need a fucking
(God bless, these the last days)
(Chorus)
Well is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets
Well is it real, nah man, we 'bout sick
Posted with my dawgs doing dope shit
I do flyer shit than you, don’t post it
Ease up off the perky tablets got me dope sick
Baby girl just got here
Started together in the game
Some man are so sick with it
But they will never pop
Me and my team will forever pop
I ain't gotta go and get a better job
highness
Isolated like an Island
Man I'm young and I'm restless
Fresh I'm a gee
I got my bro's back 1..4..2..6
We are the beast from the east
If you Looking
Diese
wit these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass frizes
Man I can remember at what they told me
when I first came in the game thangs done changed
Santa and his deer, won’t be coming out this year
There’s no need to be sad cause we bringing all the cheer
Travel north to south and east to west
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
Let's break it out all of this black-on-black, brown-on-brown, in every town,
Because I'm sick of seeing my people's sketches scattered all over
the whole damn globe
Search from in the North, to the East, Westside
I bet your bottom dime
No matter what you do, you'll never find another one
[Nelly]
a man
with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spitting writtens as sick as I can
Grenade gripping, fitting to detonate
than a man
With a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate
Now i know when to say so
Like fuck how It felt
But that was back in the days man
I don't look back to those days man
Cause the sun never shine where
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