Da Siccness lyrics

[Intro]
Alright, alright, the album's almost over
I want y'all to pull out a motherf*ckin' sack
And let's smoke one
This song's called "Da Siccness"
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke, n*gga
Let's smoke

[Verse 1]
I'm bringin' back that Siccness sh*t
Had to kill a witness
Murdering the mistress
She was on the hit list
Put her in the six-six
Took her to the sticks quick (Then what you do?)
Had her at the house buttering her biscuit (That's right)
I was in and out, never left a witness
Head, cut it off, cut it out, dismiss
n*ggas in all red run up in your crib
And put the gun up to your ribs
Yellin', "This for Brotha Lynch," sh*t
I'm so Madesicc, they re-write they sh*t
Or they don't write they hits (Damn)
It's like they quit
They out of sight, they split
Somebody write they sh*t (Somebody write they sh*t)
I gotta say this
I'ma be up all night like I live in Vegas (Ding ding)
I may pay hits
Or the AK spit and it might spray they kids
[Chorus]
It's Da Siccness (Da Siccness)
You could get your wig split
Or you could calm down
And hit the weed and get your wig split
Tellin' you, n*gga, f*ckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you can really get it, my n*gga
It's Da Siccness (Da Siccness)
You can get your wig split
Or you could calm down
And hit the weed and get your wig split
Tellin' you, n*gga, f*ckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you could really get it, my n*gga
It's Da Siccness

[Verse 2]
Yes, sir, got a gun in the dresser
This semester, I got a suppressor
I swear that sh*t shoot like it got a compressor
Yes, grrr, put one in your chest, sir
I'm your rapper's favorite rapper
Only n*gga runnin' around with a clapper and a spatula
Only n*gga that do it, n*gga, never put it past 'em
n*gga, this ain't a movie, you ain't ever gotta cast 'em
Master at it, sarcastically, past the average hit flame
When sh*t came, n*ggas was sniffin' like they was Rick James
Listen, follow the ripgut, that's how you get game
I spit flame, thirty-two shots, OJ Simpson
I'm like a Dallas Cowboy, they pay attention
I'm like number eleven when teammates is missin' (And what else?)
I'm that n*gga whose teammate was Scottie Pippen
I'm from the Gardens, n*gga, I keep it crippin' (What up, cuh?)
[Chorus]
It's Da Siccness (Da Siccness)
You could get your wig split
Or you could calm down
And hit the weed and get your wig split
Tellin' you, n*gga, f*ckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you can really get it, my n*gga
It's Da Siccness (Da Siccness)
You can get your wig split
Or you could calm down
And hit the weed and get your wig split
Tellin' you, n*gga, f*ckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you could really get it, my n*gga
It's Da Siccness