Alright, alright, the album's almost over
I want y'all to pull out a motherfuckin' sack
And let's smoke one
This song's called "Da Siccness"
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga, let's smoke
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga, let's smoke
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga, let's smoke
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga, let's smoke
I'm bringin' back that Siccness shit
Had to kill a witness
Murdering the mistress
She was on the hit list
Put her in the 6-6
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
Niggas in all red run up in your crib
And put the gun up to your ribs
Yellin', "This for Brotha Lynch," shit
I'm so Madesicc, they re-write they shit
Or they don't write they hits (Damn)
It's like they quit
They out of sight, they split
Somebody write they shit (Somebody write they shit)
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 might spray they kids
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, nigga, fuckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you can really get it, my nigga
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, nigga, fuckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you could really get it, my nigga
It's Da Siccness
Yes, sir, got a gun in the dresser
This semester, I got a suppressor
I swear that shit shoot like it got a compressor
Yes, grrr, put one in your chest, sir
I'm your rapper's favorite rapper
Only nigga runnin' around with a clapper and a spatula
Only nigga that do it, nigga, never put it past 'em
Nigga, this ain't a movie, you ain't ever gotta cast 'em
Master at it, sarcastically, past the average hit flame
When shit came, niggas was sniffin' like they was Rick James
Listen, follow the ripgut, that's how you get game
I spit flame, 32 shots, OJ Simpson
I'm like a Dallas Cowboy, they pay attention
I'm like number 11 when teammates is missin' (And what else?)
I'm that nigga whose teammate was Scottie Pippen
I'm from the Gardens, nigga, I keep it crippin' (What up, cuh?)
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, nigga, fuckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you can really get it, my nigga
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, nigga, fuckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you could really get it, my nigga
It's Da Siccness
