The Sickness lyrics
by C-Bo
*(Swoop G)*
Right back at cha!
Uh, 3 Times!
Let these fools know they f*ckin wit... MOBB LIFE!
You know, B.A., Mr. Kamakaze
Keak Da Sneak, Sneaky One
Agerman, my boy
3 Times
Verse 1 *(Agerman)*
First off all I got no time for these bustas that's smilin' all in my face
These n*ggas like b*tches be fake
From head to toe laced up wit' hate
n*gga I'm a playa, ridin'
Cause fake n*ggas be scary liars, runnin' tired
Got me strapped up in the zone to open fire
You got killers, we got killers, let's play the game of cash
Too many softies tryin' to cope but now I'm up on yo' ass
See mama raised me to be a leader, so muthaf*cka follow me
When the funk go down we ridin' either that I get you or you get me
Fear no man but God, so if it's on, it's on
Cowards, can't come and getcha, but I'ma getcha later on
I'm all bout me and mine
f*ck the snitches, f*ck the b*tches
Keep a nine when we ride
Cause we on a mission for riches
n*ggas feel us, laced up by realas, killas and dealas
Give a f*ck about ya feelin's, cause n*gga it's strictly business
n*gga what? Back up off me you softy
I'm a cold piece of work like Gaddafi
When you b*tch n*ggas try to cross me
Chorus *(Keak Da Sneak)*
The Sickness is in me
The n*ggas with envy the enemy
The remedy, Mac Nine-O
Have tendencies, leavin' yo' mind fraught
In blindfold, and tied up in a trunk
This is 3... Times fo' ya mind ho
And they find foes in a cut up sleeve
The Sickness is in me
The n*ggas with envy the enemy
The remedy, a Mac Nine-O
Have tendencies, leavin' yo' mind fraught
In blindfold, and tied up in a trunk
This is 3... Times fo' ya mind ho
And they find foes in a cut up sleeve
And I struts through the East
Verse 2 *(Keak Da Sneak)*
K-R-A-Z-Y just f*ckin' sh*t up every time
S2 Gold on some shine
(And I...) keeps my nine
You gettin' robbed n*gga
I put that on the MOB n*gga
So don't be slippin'
Hate being certain
And thought them youngstas wasn't trippin'
Do G's get to go?
Wear them rubbers, get to slay
And all you G impersonators you gotta pay
Get f*cked wit an A-K
b*tchy b*tch (b*tch)
On the verge of ??, no longer rich
See you's a poodle
And when you see them n*ggas better up ya sh*t
And you's a jeweler?
Jew-els and all, Burbons and Harleys
Reported stolen, you cowards, so n*ggas is ridin' Charlie
Lavishly coordinated, this family tree
Paraphernalia 2 Tha M.O.B
Got it tatted on my stomach
3 Times! When I run it
And the 'luffed thoughts to get love
That's what I'm sizzilin' gettin' them bucks
And ain't no b*tch gettin' a free f*ck
It's A.O.B. for the Nine-say whaaa??!!
In the cut
Throw out my dezzle
Tryin' to get off the hizzle
To the next n*gga grizzle
The flack and we dizzle
Talkin' bout polizzle
What fizzle?
You got a man
Pulled over, she shot a man
Two left, so I bounced in
Wanna hit the bomb?
b*tch hold ya breath
Chorus *(Keak Da Sneak)*
The Sickness is in me
The n*ggas with envy the enemy
The remedy, Mac Nine-O
Have tendencies, leavin' yo' mind fraught
In blindfold, and tied up in a trunk
This is 3... Times fo' ya mind ho
And they find foes in a cut up sleeve
The Sickness is in me
The n*ggas with envy the enemy
The remedy, a Mac Nine-O
Have tendencies, leavin' yo' mind fraught
In blindfold, and tied up in a trunk
This is 3... Times fo' ya mind ho
And they find foes in a cut up sleeve
And I struts through the East
Verse 3 *(Bart)*
n*gga what?
We come out the cuts and f*ck sh*t up like straight mobstas
n*ggas is dyin' to die but ready to ride like Facemob-stas
Boy, ya feelin this gangsta paradise?
Dealin' we shake the dice and watch you end it wit yo life
We sold a gang a buddah
Like my wife you just a cutie
You actin like them groupies
So you dyin' to tell a hoochie
Just a bootsy n*gga
I hate n*ggas that's down to rake n*ggas wit b*tches
You steadily stackin' yo' chips but bumpin yo' gums to all them b*tches
n*gga I know you love to hate us
Boy you should wake up
Before we touch yo f*ckin' face up like mascara make-up
We stackin' more chips than in casinos
Dippin' in Reno
Mad cause we pocketed all them C-Notes
n*gga craps or Cee-lo
You shoot yo shot and get forgotten
Cuz me and my peoples gon' hit yo' peoples and gets to mobbin'
Chorus *(Keak Da Sneak)*
The Sickness is in me
The n*ggas with envy the enemy
The remedy, Mac Nine-O
Have tendencies, leavin' yo' mind fraught
In blindfold, and tied up in a trunk
This is 3... Times fo' ya mind ho
And they find foes in a cut up sleeve
The Sickness is in me
The n*ggas with envy the enemy
The remedy, a Mac Nine-O
Have tendencies, leavin' yo' mind fraught
In blindfold, and tied up in a trunk
This is 3... Times fo' ya mind ho
And they find foes in a cut up sleeve
And I struts through the East
*(Swoop G)*
Mobb just like a muthaf*ckin body blow or sumthin
No hittin n*gga wit this, 3 Times sh*t!
You know, can you handle it?
Cuz a muthaf*cka might fold up and fumble
Ooops!
Steppin' on n*ggas, you know
Crawlin' on n*ggas, but then we steppin' now
Sucka ass!!