Verse 1 

We pull mad triggers 
War what we used to, some done buried before 
What we used to, dropping bodies under the floor 
Not what it looked like 
It's what it really be 
And they could tell you in your next life 
You're still parrow 
For whatever dinero 
Blackout dirty barrels get stuck for your dinero 
But who's ta blame 
Me or this dirty game 
My blood forever cold 
Just like my last name 
The world is like this 
My blood froze up my vein 
Stick you for your drug money 
Chip ice off your chain 
Your life just blacked like dirty burns to your left jaw 

We sick yeah yo my crew run wild 
Yeah yo we sick, we on some other shit 
Yeah yo we sick, long pipe between your lips 
We sick, some burn you for your necklace 
We sick, my crew run wild 
We sick, from cradles to caskets 
We sick, long pipe between your lips 
Yo we sick, yo we on some other shit  
Verse 2

Ah yo we sick 
We wild like 2 nines and 4 clips
My crew make ghosts 
Ride close with the toaster 
Wanted face on posters
Guess they tell you we armed like we supposed ta 
Gats in holsta, drink white rum all day 
Straight 'till dinner 
Show up at your party
Turn your dance into a thriller 
I guess it only takes much to know about my family 
We all about Bibles and kronze 
Money and robberies
The speaker chosen 
The amount of heat we holdin; 
The amount of grams loadin' 
The amount of man we foldin' no lie 
Sometimes I feel nothing to live for 
I seen my days in a shoot out with 5.O 
Ah yo we sick  

Verse 3

We were brought up by the older gangstas 
Off the block who ran the turf 
I'm from the murder capitol of my town 
You better research 
You know it got worse so sail on 
Years apon the time it wasn't this bad but the earth crumbled too fast 
Dirty money runnin' da block 
At twin towers airport searching bottles of rum for baby powder 
Can't catch us on bare face moves intoxic 
Catch us on your news mask up like smarter convicts 
Represents the hustlers on streets or in cells 
The truth always flashes in light 
When time tells I'm your LDC time 
Reality will tell it 
On the opposite of the gun smoke and I could smell it 
We sick

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