went for a walk through the forest Mama Bear asked Papa Bear could he eat her porridge Papa Bear said 'shit bitch, you must think I'm sick Just get down
more flip I move a truckload nigga, not one brick They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it My clicks so sick
Perelli's to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The D's sick
like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it Shit basically they just playin sick
? I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick I'm bout
with a nigga Juvenile sicker than beef by the pound with it nigga Get ya town with it nigga And it'll be all over Come in here with gorillas dog all on
phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone! [car tires squeal] 2003 Suburban swerving - too many sips of Henny (yeah!) The D's sick they searched the whip
Good Dick And Wen I Said I Was Feelin Ya Hips I Ment To Say I Bet Ya Like It Like A Dog N Shit So Tell Me Doc, Am I Really Sick? Wen Bitches Find Out
This rap game, this rap game [Kon Artist] I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of
be a living obscenity You can go to Hell You're something that never should have happened You even make your Grandma sick You'd poison a blind man's dog
sick , he's obscene I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me and I'm getting shot down And I'm feeling mean My dog bit
shock them Nothing to hold on to We'll use this song to lead you on And break the truth with more bad news he left a scar, size extra large Sick of drinking
white steed, Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features. Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space, Half asleep near the stars with a small dog
wanna miss! The drama when it hit the fan, we got 'em trippin' off the gift, and split a wig up with a pretty sick twist. The Ruger like a surgeon and
dog Got no love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog [Krayzie:] I've been tryin ta gather my niggaz from battle We outta control we can't be handled We sick
They Can See Me, And They Can't Believe It Cuz Im Bumpin Easy E, And They Just Seen Me On Tv, Navigatin Through The Streets Dog, Keep It Real The Beat
some dirt, Puttin' in work gotta hit 'em where it hurts, Puttin' it down Bone first And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse them worse to worst Dog if you wanting