Verse 1
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We pull mad triggers
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War what we used to, some done buried before
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What we used to, dropping bodies under the floor
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Not what it looked like
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It's what it really be
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And they could tell you in your next life
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You're still parrow
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For whatever dinero
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Blackout dirty barrels get stuck for your dinero
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But who's ta blame
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Me or this dirty game
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My blood forever cold
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Just like my last name
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The world is like this
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My blood froze up my vein
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Stick you for your drug money
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Chip ice off your chain
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Your life just blacked like dirty burns to your left jaw
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Chorus
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We sick yeah yo my crew run wild
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Yeah yo we sick, we on some other shit
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Yeah yo we sick, long pipe between your lips
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We sick, some burn you for your necklace
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We sick, my crew run wild
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We sick, from cradles to caskets
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We sick, long pipe between your lips
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Yo we sick, yo we on some other shit
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Verse 2
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Ah yo we sick
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We wild like 2 nines and 4 clips
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My crew make ghosts
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Ride close with the toaster
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Wanted face on posters
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Guess they tell you we armed like we supposed ta
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Gats in holsta, drink white rum all day
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Straight 'till dinner
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Show up at your party
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Turn your dance into a thriller
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I guess it only takes much to know about my family
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We all about Bibles and kronze
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Money and robberies
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The speaker chosen
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The amount of heat we holdin;
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The amount of grams loadin'
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The amount of man we foldin' no lie
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Sometimes I feel nothing to live for
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I seen my days in a shoot out with 5.O
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Ah yo we sick
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Chorus
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Verse 3
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We were brought up by the older gangstas
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Off the block who ran the turf
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I'm from the murder capitol of my town
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You better research
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You know it got worse so sail on
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Years apon the time it wasn't this bad but the earth crumbled too fast
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Dirty money runnin' da block
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At twin towers airport searching bottles of rum for baby powder
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Can't catch us on bare face moves intoxic
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Catch us on your news mask up like smarter convicts
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Represents the hustlers on streets or in cells
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The truth always flashes in light
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When time tells I'm your LDC time
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Reality will tell it
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On the opposite of the gun smoke and I could smell it
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We sick
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Chorus x 2
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Sick
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