Sicc Sence lyrics

by

Brotha Lynch Hung


[Verse 1]
Somebody told my mom I been takin' all her pills
Runnin' out the room high, tryna get a fix, that's how I kill
n*gga, I don't give a f*ck when I'm in the truck
After I f*ck, see 'em in a month
Put 'em in a pot and I eat 'em up, never get caught
See, I come harder than John Holmes
I'm a cyclone, typhoon in the right mood
If you ever seen a n*gga get hit twenty-four times in the back room
Click-clack, boom, I'ma get a n*gga hot, though
For the cheese and the nachos, shout out to all my vatos
And my senorita, I singed the meter, I'm never beat up in this
Sometimes n*ggas think that everybody gonna get famous
Some motherf*ckers ain't, though, some n*ggas ain't got it
Some n*ggas try hard for years and never put out the product
I got a sicc sense

[Verse 2]
Everybody like, "Damn, n*gga, why you stay gone so long?"
I was tryna get money, n*gga, didn't even have a home
Livin' in hotels and drinkin' everything out the fridge, though
Nah, n*gga, it was bad, couldn't even write to my wife, I did, though
Still spend like ten grand a month just to have shelter
I was so sick in the head I had to feel helter skelter
Felt real dead, real broke, real mad, for real, loc
Ready to put on a black coat, run in the house and cut throat
Gun in your mouth, I smell dope, run in the south, I'm lyrical
Well, here it go, pull out the chopper and pop you and knock the steel off
Some motherf*ckers ain't, though, some n*ggas ain't got it
Some n*ggas try hard for years and never put out the product
I got a sicc sense
[Outro]
I got a sicc sense, grr
I got a sicc sense
n*gga, I got a sicc sense
Grr
Jomeezious on the beat
Sicc sense
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