Sickalicious lyrics

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M.O.P.


[Intro: Fabolous]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O (Ghetto)
Black star power, like B-E-T shows (Uhh)
I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow (Woo)
Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow (Ha haaa)
I'm that nucca, act rucka (Uhh)
Certified plat nucca (Yea)
Semi-auto, mack bucca (Blat)
Take that f*cka (Blat)
Lay flat sucka (Blat)
I'm the negro (Uhh)
Amigo (Uhh)
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo (Come on)
They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow (Uhh)
I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go (Yea)
I'm that homie (Uh)
Gat on me (Uh)
I'm the kid not that phony (Uh-uh)
Anybody that know me
Knows I'm here to get that money
Yeah

[Missy Elliott]
Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!
Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt
If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)
[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-B (Uhh), O-L-O (Uhh)
U-S, you just lay down slow (n*gga)
Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh)
Uh
I'm da poppy cholo (Ohh), the cops say the tops on the drops are too low (Yea)
I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes (Uhh)
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes (Peace)
I'm that new dude (Uh-huh)
That include (Uh-huh)
Making sure silencers on the gat is screwed (?)
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "f*ck you (f*ck you n*gga), pay me" (Pay me n*gga) attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy (Uhh)
And have 'em saying, where you get that from boy (Ohh)
I'm still leaving n*ggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise, blat

[Missy Elliott & Fabolous]
You say you rich, then come and talk that sh*t to me
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to lunch
[Hook]

[Fabolous]
They call me William H period Bonnie (Yea)
I ride in a seven series with Tommies (Uhh)
I make another on of Americas homis (What, what)
And I'm dead serious mommy (Uhh)
I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick (Uh-huh)
The private jet ski's sick (Woo)
The motors on the jet ski's quick (Woo)
The clips in the sets be thick (Uhh)
And I done slipped more shots in than Gretzky's stick (Uh-huh)
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number (One)
That's why dudes say (One) it's hard to keep my broad (One) away from ya
Once your b*tch, get the god 2-way number (Uh-huh)
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya (Ha hah)
I'm the one
Like the piece that's on Nelly's chain (2 is not a winner and nobody remembers)
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range (Uhh)
b*tch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain (Bling)
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly mane

[Hook]
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