Brotha Lynch Hung - Sicc Sence lyrics

Somebody told my mom I been
Takin' all her pills
Runnin' out the room high
Tryna get a fix, that's how I kill
Nigga, I don't give a fuck
When I'm in the truck
After I fuck, see 'em in a month
Put 'em in a pot and I eat 'em up
Never get caught
See, I come harder than John Holmes
I'm a cyclone, typhoon in the right mood
If you ever seen a nigga get hit
Twenty-four times in the back room
Click-clack, boom, I'ma get a
Nigga hot, though
For the cheese and the nachos
Shout out to all my vatos
And my senorita
I singed the meter
I'm never beat up in this
Sometimes niggas think that everybody
Gonna get famous
Some motherfuckers ain't
Though, some niggas ain't got it
Some niggas try hard for years and
Never put out the product
I got a sicc sense

Everybody like
"Damn, nigga, why you stay gone so long?"
I was tryna get money
Nigga, didn't even have a home
Livin' in hotels and drinkin'
Everything out the fridge
Though
Nah, nigga, it was bad, couldn't even write
To my wife, I did, though
Still spend like ten grand a
Month just to have shelter
I was so sick in the head
I had to feel helter skelter
Felt real dead
Real broke, real mad, for real, loc
Ready to put on a black coat
Run in the house and cut throat
Gun in your mouth
I smell dope, run in the south, I'm lyrical
Well, here it go, pull out the chopper and
Pop you and knock the steel off
Some motherfuckers ain't
Though, some niggas ain't got it
Some niggas try hard for years and
Never put out the product
I got a sicc sense

I got a sicc sense, grr
I got a sicc sense
Nigga, I got a sicc sense
Grr
Jomeezious on the beat
Sicc sense