Sick Wid It chords by E-40
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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What's up cousin?
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What's up
Bobby?
What's going on?
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It's your little nephew,
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Turfy, man.
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What is it, boy?
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What's going on, family?
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There's a lot of shit that needs to be said,
big cousin.
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Talk to me, I talk back.
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Em
First of all, I'm going to start by just
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saying we can't be fucked with her.
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And you know it.
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Ooh, got all the whole hood
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in this motherfucker, man
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The whole story, sick with it, nigga
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Clip him run nin' this shit, partner
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Look out, kid, oyster perpetual
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Cushion cut bezel, I'm busy
I ain't even had time to eat
a fortune cookie
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Since I signed with
BME, every promoter
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And every agency in the industry
been tryin' to book me
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Mackin' ass folding, what'd that do?
Em
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Sometimes me, always you
Em
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Man, you a real -ass nigga, man, you a boss
Em
If I had your hand, I would've
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been and cut mine off
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A cult followin' hustlers, they love me
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Kill a tree and put a rock
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in the hospital over me
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If you see me up in the
mountains with a lion I am
Iron
Nigga, don't help me,
my nigga help the mountain lion
Chalupas,
Revolut,
Jabra, thousand dollar stacks
Em
Turn a couple of keys into a
couple hundred racks
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The main drag, the soil,
the blacktop
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The grabber, the
D -spot, we open like ice
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got a deal, mate!
Motherfuckers know!
Nigga, this big 40 wider,
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The ambassador of the bite, nigga!
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Nigga, we start eatin' over here,
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motherfucker!
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Niggas, we can step your motherfuckin' white up,
nigga!
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Look out pimp, hit me on my chirp,
I got that work
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Fuck everybody else,
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I got myself on my shirt
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Better hurry up and come and get em,
we got the lowest rates
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I'm telling you pimpin'
cause they goin' like hotcakes
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Cops come and spoil it, we flushing
it down the toilet
Em
Throw it in the battery acid
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and then destroy it
Em
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Pay attention and learn,
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while I teach you how to grit and grind
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15 -5 all the time
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These square ass rappers,
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they get a few bucks, then they
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Lose contact, get out of touch
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with the, with the streets
We stick to the turf like cleats,
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off the leash
We thirsty, we hungry, we beast
Em
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Look out, watch out,
here come the jump outs
Em
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Hide your dope and your anus
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And put the weed out
Em
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For they beat us and choke us
and take our funds
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And shoot us with them taser guns
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You niggas'll get your motherfuckin'
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head knocked off fuckin' with us, boy
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Nigga, we been doin' this shit, nigga
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Niggas need to bow the fuck down
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C
and pay homage, nigga
Nigga, been stealin' our shit for years,
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40
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Niggas afraid to talk around these
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motherfuckin' suckers, whoa
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The whole enchilada,
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the whole taco
Mothafucka, I'm a cop -o
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Play with hunnid round drums
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Me and my
Uso on
Em
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A stingy nigga,
watch every penny that I spend
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Go to any hood in the world and fit right in
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A young nigga with a old soul
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A busy nigga, put the president on hold
Ride dogs, 26 -inch toes,
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got the inside of
the lows
Smokin' like broke
Stiles
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You can find me in the mall,
buyin' up all the clothes
Or an
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ATL in
Club 112, throwin' them bowls
Em
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Left and right arms froze
Cold like the ice from the
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cooler, just left the jeweler
Rose gold,
Frank
Em
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Muller, I smoke big
Em
Grown weed in my garage, po lice roll up,
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I got a cannabis crack
Money, power, and respect,
motherfucker
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Thought he told you niggas might
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We hungry, nigga
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We soup with a fork around this bitch,
mate
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You know what mean?
Step your motherfuckin' weight up, nigga
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Your nigga's pockets is touchin',
motherfucker
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This is
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Thorn
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You're a hater
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You're a hater
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You're a hater
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You're hater
Sick Wid It
E-40
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