That Siccness lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
From the depths of Hell
Comes the muthaf*ckin b*tch killa
The diary of a madman
In case you didn't know you fuccin wit a psycho

[Verse 1: X-Raided]
A crazy n*gga'll write some "Psycho Active" n*gga sh*t
Killin b*tches and n*ggas that actually think that they can get with this
Figurin they kiss a di*k step but never come close
To the n*gga that's known for poppin the muthaf*ckin mos
Voices in the head is the reason that I'm killin
I'm lovin the way my .9 split your ass up like a prism
I'm crazy as f*ck you shoulda known I'm hella loco
If you f*ck with me I guarantee I'm gonna smoke yo ass
Cause I blast with my 9 millimeter
If I can't beat ya
The gat will defeat ya
If my bullet reach up
Straight to your forehead your dead in your grave
It's time to meet Grim Reaper
A n*gga like the X Loc no joke though
So hope for yo hoe
I let the b*tch Killa go and turn into a nympho
But no I don't think so
I gots to kill all b*tches
Is it cause I'm crazy, or living with that siccness?
That siccness - that cure, I really don't think there is one
The only way to kill yourself is a suck up on gizzun
And I am not the wizzun to go out like a pizzunk
I guess I'm gonna die from that siccness, I'm dizzun
[Verse 2: Big-O of S.A.C.]
My siccness, my siccness, I'm out to get paid
If you gots to rip up sh*t, I'm slangin razor blades
Cause I don't give a f*ck who you f*ck up
Just reach down deep, my n*gga, and give that buck up
A Heights n*gga on that money and power trizzip
You gotta let your nuts hang cause mine is scrapin cement

[Verse 3: Kaos of S.A.C., (Big-O of S.A.C.)]
It's the siccness
I gotta kill a cracker with the quickness
Like walk into his house like a stranger
I grabbed a white b*tch by her neck out of anger
The husband came in, I seen the pecker wood steppin
I didn't say sh*t, I let the TEC do the checkin
The sight was scandalous the way I left these muthaf*ckas
I lynched em both and had em hangin from a rubber
(S.A.C. is straight filled with that siccness)

[Interlude: X-Raided]
Born in the muthaf*ckin Gardens
Baby killin til there's blood all over the room
Kickin that deuce-four sh*t and smokin n*ggas For The Funk of It

[Verse 4: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That siccness kicks in that n*gga that n*gga that raise the sh*t grips
The realer the n*gga the siccness clicks
My n*gga the roughness rips
And I'm what you call a muthaf*ckin prophet
Muthaf*ckas want the rip style but ain't sayin sh*t
I got them n*ggas on the fiend
Give em a little to f*ck with them have them fiending for the substance
n*ggas'll smoke spliff but won't develop a siccness
Lynch a ignorant n*gga, check first
I held em at gunpoint broke raw
The muthaf*ckin baby killas gunsmoke led
Straight to the baby's head
My nostrils flare
Veins peak
The muthaf*ckin .9 went boom
Brains leak
The n*gga Lynch's siccness kicked in punk
From the wretched of baby brains
Leakin from the chrome you won't know what's goin on unless ya peeped a "n*gga Deep" verse on Funk Of It
So when I get the 12 gauge and start pumpin it
Infants - the desolate's fiend for death to hit lean
Grip the clip mean
Rip the sh*t out of a n*gga's spleen
Full of foe hate
Mickeys, I'm a O8
Drinkin muthaf*ck, dank
Smokin n*ggas up, crank
Slangin ass n*gga from the deuce-four Gardens
Give em a bit of a wicked n*gga to rip a 12 heart and
It's a siccness
That n*gga Kaos hit me with the greens and sh*t
And I gave birth
Wicked with that muthaf*ckin siccness
[Verse 4: Young Meek]
Siccness
Doin it on my own since I was 12 and God's my witness
That's what it's like f*ck my child servant but that's my business
Ask me how I'm livin but I never say
If I was to tell ya then ya wouldn't listen anyway
In '84 a gang of n*ggas from LA came
I put my quarter in the slot to start the dope game
I got the plug and then I hooked it with my partner E
We hit the books, we hit the spot, location was the G
Born with that siccness so that siccness runnin through my blood
Endangered riding and I reside and give The 'View my love
If you have that siccness, that siccness make ya blast with the quickness same restraint with the intentions I'mma hit this
Cause every weekend at the club n*ggas comin there
With they f*ckin .22s bustin in the air
A little somethin from Young Meek that make them b*tches holla
I set the sh*t out to myself, the Meadowview balla

[Interlude 2: X-Raided]
My n*gga PeeWee Loc
Finna kick that killa sh*t you know what I'm sayin
n*ggas crazy as f*ck
And dyin of that siccness

[Verse 5: Cyco & (X-Raided)]
(That siccness, That siccness)
That siccness kicks in
Cisco on my breath, now I'm headin a pint of Gin
Drunk as f*ck, will I last til tomorrow
Vapors and fumes, now I'm livin in the bottle (The bottle)
Time's up, caught slippin in a fantasy
Mind gone (Brain gone)
No sense of reality
Sane or insane, which one will a n*gga try
(187, I'm seeing Cyco in PeeWee's eyes)
Split personality, now it's time for a f*ckin change
Locs on in the dark and I don't know my f*ckin name
Deeper and deeper into the bottle, I'm thinkin about suicide
(Killin the next n*gga, to tell the truth I don't wanna die)
I sit cryin in the corner
sh*t got me trippin
Grab my .9 for some led
(I got ya clip we can't be slippin)
Slap the extra clip in, nobody here to stop me
Cyco killin PeeWee, and PeeWee wants to pop me
.9 to the head and I'm drippin sweat
Cyco: you won't do it
(PeeWee Loc: you want to bet?)
In the corner still trippin
Thoughts keep on crowdin me
I'm at the point of no return
Ha-ha, I'm outtie
[Verse 6: X-Raided, (Cyco)]
That siccness
I killed 50 people and they hautin me
I sit in the middle of a star with some candles lit thinkin
Maybe I should do that
It's killin me softly, my brain is gone and it ain't comin back
I coulda swore I saw my n*gga Cyco standin over me
I know it wasn't him cause he's been buried for a week
The silence of the black sheep
Deep in the middle of the night I start to sweat
Window wide open with two holes in my neck
And can't nobody tell me sh*t, Loc
Cause every time I close my eyes I hear Cyco say:
("Yo cuz, I thought we had a deal")
Mouth wrapped around the barrel and I taste steel