if you trip, then you're through Cause... [Chorus x2: Mr. Lil One] I'm sick I'm so sick, exciting... I'm so exciting to you [Mr. Lil One] I've been
drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr
auctions Cause I pack shows sells ticks like bouston Pat ya baq hoe why da fuck dey caughin Oh I had em sick bettah get dat coffin I say coffin you can say caskett There so
them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat) Jus might get fill up fill up Mr. Potatoe Head U gone make me kill this nigga U claimin yo flow is sick? Yea well
shit back, back 30 niggas pit black in this bitch strapped foul mouth niggas get a clip full of tic-tacs (Wooooo!!!) mr porters sick track, trick trick
Youre Sick I Gurantee Youre Chest Can Hold My Whole Clip Dont Think That Ill Miss Cause My Aim Is Direct Its The One And Only Lil Cuete What You Expect
shoes on my bullets now they running your way YM young mula young money all day where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay which one of y?all say you
: (Chorus) One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit'
: (feat. Mr. Lil One) [Mr. Lil One] Woo, that's right, that's right Lil' One and Sicc Representing for the Southeast clan [Young Sicc] Uh, homie Straight
(Chorus) One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six
Pink Friday to Friday the 13th Aight you Lil Kim clone clown all this buffoonery, the shit stops now time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud I
came in the office and nobody noticed with liquid explosives on top of Versace clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like lil
Age ain't shit, I done got a lil' older Me or you man, baby girl take a pick, which one? She's so classy, she's so jazzy Lil' momma blow like a rail
droppin stacks at galleria. Hollin at these mama mia's (yeah) Im so Inkredible, switchin' up on ya kids, you better buy a vowel. I make you sweat so
me down) Mr. Wipe Down, here (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) Here with Foxx-a-million (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) This one
it Seems the the media immediately Points a finger at me so I point one back at 'em But not the index or pinky Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one
up spit Grew up - too quick went through too much do too much shit Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr
