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lil sicko - homie creep lyrics

[verse 1: lil sicko]
late night creep with my heat rolling deep
on a gangsta mission to put you busters to sleep
what you need? what you got?
a .44 for yo ass
don’t get me wrong i know i’m young
but i’m down to blast where i clash yea
and certified as some thugs
don’t let the look hit you
we still show love
we throw it up, what?
south siding for the blue
and to my hood, east side riverside i salute
kick the booth uh
now tell me what you gonna do
when you see my pimp rollin’ soldiers smash on you
we stay true, thought you knew
and never switch up game
i was always taught to separate the gangstas from the lames
so who to blame, dog?
there ain’t no shame in my gamе
just call me sick nasty skanless, uh, or insane
i lеt my chain hang, yeah bling is shining in this game
i’m lil sicko, mr. nasty, b+tch it’s all the same

[chorus]
you said you f+cked with us
and we’ll f+ck your wife
said you’d f+ck around again
and we’ll take your life
cause the world is a ghetto
and so d+mn trife
that’s why i had to ride the streets
with my gat all night
you said you f+cked with us
and we’ll f+ck your wife
said you’d f+ck around again
and we’ll take your life
cause the world is a ghetto
and so d+mn trife
that’s why i had to ride the streets
with my gat all night
[verse 2: mr. fern]
well this goes out to bad m+th+f+ckers on the block
glock c+cked, put ’em up, m+th+f+cka don’t stop
i’m on call twenty+four, seven days in the week
in the street with that buck buck, not letting people sleep
and still i creep through the dark and the mist
i’m a gangsta, i define what a rider is
i’m do or die, gangstafied, east side, throw it up
i’m a nut, i don’t give a f+ck, do it for the buck buck
i keep the thugs on their toes
gotta pop in clips in the strap every time the f+cking wind blows
i got ’em paranoid, cause they know i’m coming
i’m the brand new militia, m+th+f+cka keep gunnin’
cause i done seen a lot of sh+t
being who i be
and i done made some bullets fly like it was world war 3
we true g’s full blooded, f+ck the law
keep it raw, when it comes to choosing sides
i’m a ride with my street dogs

[chorus]
you said you f+cked with us
and we’ll f+ck your wife
said you’d f+ck around again
and we’ll take your life
cause the world is a ghetto
and so d+mn trife
that’s why i had to ride the streets
with my gat all night
[verse 3: dttx]
now let the hot rocks fly, as i, light ’em up
said they can’t f+ck with us, cause we so corrupt
f+ck with me, and you might get your t+shirt wet
you on rotten dot com, on the internet
street sweepers, that’ll clean, your whole d+mn block
we don’t talk the talk, homie we walk the walk
so journey with me, into the mind of a maniac
doomed to be a k!ller, since i came out the n+ts+ck
.22, .38, .45, ain’t scared to take your life
three+sixty+five, seven days a week
covered up in white sheets
try to rush me, you might meet my heat
dangerous, scandalous, when the sh+t goes down
you all know you can’t handle us
ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
in the hood die young, so in my gat i trust
what up?

- lil sicko lyrics

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