Sickess

*(J-Von)*<br><br>Now if ya all in wit me,<br><br>*(C-Loc)*<br><br>Come an get me wit some hin,<br><br>*(J-Von)*<br><br>An a fifty, an it stick it in,<br><br>*(C-Loc)*<br><br>Let this begin,<br><br>*(J-Von)*<br><br>Like 10 to the 9,<br><br>*(C-Loc)*<br><br>To the 5, 4, 3,<br><br>*(J-Von)*<br><br>They ain`t knowin what this camp life means to meee!<br><br>Verse 1 *(Maxminelli)*<br><br>I`m still a hustla,<br>an we know this,<br>then you need to quote this on the front page,<br>true that,<br>never two,<br>on paper view,<br>wit the blunt blazed,<br>last time you heard us rhyme,<br>we came out tacklin po-po`s,<br>now we surely stackin chips,<br>but we ain`t packagin no doe,<br>see the ho-bos an fiends,<br>they can`t get down wit the team,<br>oh yeah we bout cream,<br>but the colors, mostly green,<br>so brace yourself,<br>I`m a take yo wealth,<br>an leave you traumatized,<br>bonified hustla,<br>from out the backwoods of the country side.<br><br>Verse 2 *(J-Von)*<br><br>So southside hustlaz throw yo hands in the air,<br>eastside, westside, northside dont care,<br>over there, over here,<br>(what?)<br>same thing everywhere you go,<br>it`s real,<br>once they waited fo the,<br>bustaz that hear me know we,<br>even them guns,<br>an they ready to throw it,<br>I hope I see a nice night for bein this ghetto poet,<br>ya know it,<br>so it`s like me,<br>I`m a play the game rough,<br>an like to tear sumpthin up,<br>sick shit nigga what?!<br><br>Chorus *(J-Von)*<br><br>Man fuck y`all niggaz,<br>man fuck y`all bitches,<br>we got the money an switches,<br>but ya can`t get wit us,<br>cuz we the Sickess.<br><br>Man fuck y`all niggaz,<br>man fuck y`all bitches,<br>always runnin to get us,<br>but ya can`t get wit us,<br>cuz we the Sickess.<br><br>Verse 3 *(C-Loc)*<br><br>Nigga I can say,<br>fuck `em,<br>cuz they bustaz,<br>causin ruckus,<br>cuz they know they can`t touch us,<br>got `em hollerin "How ya do that there!",<br>when I bust `em, can`t trust `em<br>struggle fuck that,<br>hustle, slang crack,<br>the rhyme saw,<br>niggaz bust an get back,<br>I bust back,<br>no hidin, duckin hataz,<br>hollerin "Fuck `em niggaz",<br>ain`t nuttin,<br>now he rich an think a nigga can`t touch him,<br>so now they bustin,<br>an me an my cuz OG,<br>an now these fools know they know me,<br>last time I spanked that ass they called the police,<br>ya gotta,<br>know when to hold on, (say what?)<br>know when to fold on, (uh-huh)<br>you better walk away, (boo-yow!)<br>before I make ya run,<br>son,<br>it`s unheard, <br>the way we went from slangin birds,<br>an droppin bodies on the curb,<br>to sellin words, <br>platinum,<br>that`s how it happened,<br>it`s wicked when I kick it,<br>wicked,<br>if it ain`t broke don`t fix it,<br>clown,<br>cuz we the Sickess MUTHA FUCKA!<br><br>Chorus <br><br>Verse 4 *(Young Bleed)*<br><br>Watch me spit the Sickess,<br>shit,<br>you ever heard,<br>an make a million niggaz witness, <br>this,<br>fresh off the curb,<br>hollerin at ya in ya ears like this,<br>fuck what ya heard,<br>face to face wit confrontation my niggaz, <br>ballz an my word,<br>now if ya ready let me know this real,<br>I`m hoppin out the vehil,<br>caddy fools bustin ta kill,<br>some is steady buggin fo nuthin,<br>lovin my life, keepin my head tight,<br>bailin the corner on two wheels,<br>mashin through red lights.<br><br>Verse 5 *(C-Loc)*<br><br>Where yo hood at, (what?)<br>throw it up,<br>the club,<br>yeah we tore it up,<br>soon as this clown get to buckin,<br>we gonna rush him,<br>must stop playin wit me,<br>if ya in wit me,<br>you`d a known,<br>I get spaced out,<br>they mace the place out,<br>then I`m gone,<br>in the Expo,<br>til the next show,<br>you never know,<br>what we got in stoe,<br>til the cap,<br>hit the doe,<br>hollerin if ya got the paper straight then the show must go on,<br>but when niggaz get to breakin shit,<br>it`s time to go home.<br>(Ya heard me?)<br><br>Chorus