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sicko mobb – chi-raq (remix) lyrics

feat. young heavy & jay ca$

(verse)
whoever sad here on it made pop the music
we some savages and i put you through it
got a mean dean that’s split ya whig
how yo bitter leakin’ all type of fluid
on my -n-l sh-t, man suvu, straight gang bang
call it suvu
from the holy city, we don’t f-ck around
drop an op n-gg-,
we sm, we dg, that sicko mobb and it’s still game
you f-ck wid us, straight terrorize sh-t
hold ya head, hommie, find yo brain
git big guns, just like the navy
knock ya limbs off just for lookin’ crazy
old lady trickin’, f-ck miss daisy
f-ckin’ up lookin’ like slim shaddy, boy
sorry up, you crazy
n-gg-s ova there, straight sneak dissin’
ak sales, leave his body missin’
play laser tag, leavin’ not a witness
should have thought first, oh, not yo business
now it’s too late, bullets in the gate
now you finally cryin’, wishin’ for some fate
call an ambulance, oh, it’s too late
gettin’ no ts, with uppa savage
roll the windows down, now it’s blamatize stunt
know the out f-ckin’, out thighs cause it’s blowin’ ’em hard
let ’em shine! three fifty seven, n-gg-, f-ck a nine
no evidence, leave his momma cryn
snitchin’ on the bors, whole family die
wrong wheels, what do yung n-gg- ride?
how did i made it on flying on jets?
flirting with thotties is keepin’ ’em wet
shout out my city, we poppin’ new thesa
can take it on remmy, we postal, we max

(verse)
(no squashin’, only moshin’)
(these n-gg-s star, see, ain’t gon’ squash it)
(skeet, skkeeeeet, lemme at this, aye, go)
say rot plottin’, summertime
i’m nello whose, i love to shine
i’ll pray to god for a betta b-tch
that bad b-tch straight sucka d-ck
got a white b-tch called redneck
payed hoe, luv da s-x
money green like the ogre shrek
d’ye a big dog, where the p-ssycat?
i’m cookin’ sh-t, plan daddy, i’mma woopin’ sh-t
like a cigarette, i smoke a b-tch
like mariolo, i poke a b-tch
don’t play rocks, stay pose on me, man down, man down
on the rubble, b-tch, i o.k.
you caked up, this settlement, betta last luck
in the mach truck
all black minds with a mac gun
that’s caught up, y’all talk sh-t
in a gr-ss roll, got an army tank
full of sickos, smoke golos
keeey-o, raise reckless
e-serial, pistol plate, murderers
in the hood, mate carnivors
and hollywood where holy wars
i’m super hot, f-ck cold water, i ain’t calmin’ down
that’s broke sh-t, i trash a n-gg-
with a whole kit, you can toe quick
with an oodji whole, got a sniper rifle
on with snoopy cold, on rasta sh-t
these nig’ kin, swaga sh-t
snakes in the gr-ss, they plottin’ and sh-t
they don’t bp up
they startin’ sh-t
i’mma shawty in the field on some dadada sh-t
reload the clip, make a slip
big guns knock off the hip
two must blood, take a sip
with the bullet shoot all the hip
do this first, m-tank, big dawg n-gg-s
this time to fence, can’t fast a-low like superjet
three hoes, quadriple threat
357 plus 380s
blow bodies up like m80s
cause i hate to lose
it’s trial, baby, more rain gun
?, can’t miss sh-t
i hear sh-t go down the throat
like fishsticks, f-ck up ya lungs
like cigarettes, go dummy
illiterate, high low chest go thru yo body
this totter time, let’s do karate
gotta lose lose flow thru ya party
f-ck enemies, shoot er’body
get good head, like snapback
this nina gon’ clap back
i rip’y n-gg-s, hunit smack
got big n-gg-s doin’ jumpin’ jacks
stay on, done it, ain’t fool yo tummies
stop goof cappin’, ain’t all funny
love now, then cry later
drive by fast, be racer

(verse)
lexy n’ g-ton, d-mn, my n-gg-s be bmc-in’
you said it once, you gotta say it again
on the deal and dem white flags
when we post up, we check our bags
see people we neva like
still finishin’ n-gg- like i check a flag
[…]
we love guns ‘n roses, like yeah hottie
we dread it up like bob marley
better use your head or you lose your head
we from chi-raq, we the land of bodies

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