Does your friend have a friend, with some legs and an interest in the things that I say? That's her blowing smoke ring, and alone you can't imagine the
Tradução: Sick City. Jefes de inflexión.
it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you) Niggaz step up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah) Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah) The Brick City
speak a different language, Lebonese on 'em And turn it up another two thousand degrees on 'em GET 'EM! I dress bummy in Bugati, stupid And drown cities
: Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now I know what y'all feel like doin Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall It's cool, niggaz.. we gets
TURN IT UP!!) I FLIP THE MAG AND GET THE CLAPPIN IF IT HAPPENS RIP HIS JACKET SPLIT HIS BACK AND LIFT HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!) PICK UP A DIFFERENT
give it back and said "I'll take nothing instead." Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head Walked to the next house directly
dingalinga-ping-master And get your motherfucking wind pipe chopped off And your funky ass body gets dropped off In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin Throwin heads
me Fuck around with Lavell I'll make ya read these like this Bitch for fuckin with me Man they turn nice guys by fuckin for free Like blew me up, don
degree murder story They took my kindness for a weakness and turned it on me That?s when I blacked out, pulling triggers like I was cracked out Eyes bugging out my head
to the attic, there goes the stashes But a nikka got passion Even though the bounce back seeming like magic Shit, but call me sick freak Watch how I turn
m sick I need a doctor, Stab you before I drown you now you just another red lobster Where da bitches at? I need a head doctor Nice thick n red bitch
for anything at all Stay out of jail... Still facing the door Just watching the street City born, ripped and torn Still turning tricks Enough to make you sick
My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down Big
more head than Sade (Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha bitch parlayed I need privacy I pull up the back shade Initials on the headrest, it's official Style so sick