Cam’ron - The Cycle's Sick lyrics

GOD!

I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of
Ya'll I'm scared of ya'll (quiet)

Yo, ya'll little girls singin
A song hoes sing
Ya'll need lower back tattos, toe rings
Eye brows arched
Belly pierced the whole thing
Who, oh no, low blows, to the coke king
I sold blow some thug things, I'm a slinger
I run a drug ring can't put it on yah finger
I wasn't born a singer
But let the storm just linger
I'm the muslim from new york
I'm mortis stringer
Off ice, but on ice, the money chill
Dummi pay attention
Fiends still got the funny pills
I'm vest glocked up, yah chest I red dot up
You can taste it, test it
Strech it I got the best product baby
I'm a hustler used skills god done gave me
Know them cop cars you can un mark-em baby
Bills they mark-em crazy
Keep yah gaurd up lazy
Had run ins with the atf, marks, and navy
Man I might just quit you
Know the cycles sick?
When they go to court to snitch
On Michael vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll
I'm scared of ya'll

Ay yo! some lean, when I land the lar
A 100 grand handed here
Crystal pets dogs, cats, panda bears
Liqour, came up here reflection
Off the chandaler
But baby while we're standin here
Let's go another rant a year
Said cam thts the ocean and
The sand right there?
I looked at her and nodded like
You damn right there mah you drunk too much
Yah drink here and here
I love the public but I
Don't need the fan fare
I read the fan mail it help me hustle
When I'm tryna make this damn mail
Or even pay my man bail
I'm jack and jill kept the
Water in the tan pail
Fuck school told my teacher that I can't fail
Cops in the club sippin on champell
Can't tell wire on tapein on the hand held
Before you cross the street you
Need your hand held
Before you get hit, I spit sick, whip dip

Man I might just quit you
Know the cycles sick?
When they go to court to snitch
On Michael vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll
I'm scared of ya'll

Don't get your rifles, my rivals
Don't want no rivalry
Hand on the bible baby boy
I ain't yah idol b?
You don't idol me? shit why you listenin?
No rims ot I'm ridin on the michelin
I'm tryna get them dividends, a 100
000 kid a spend
If the edition is new? Michael Biv and them
I might get rid of them the
Site I might revist in pets as my neighbors
I'm a lower body citizen
Shit, I wish the lord could
Fin my prison friends
To fly to comply, we was on a mission then
Vision girls use to call us the kitchen men
Cause we was cookin more then them
Whip it whip it in let the shit begin
We get it how we ship it in
The shipment, that they shippin, sittin
Right there on the ship, my friend
Baby boy that's when you coppin coke
Alot to rope
I'm a city slicker, that can knock a boat

Man I might just quit you
Know the cycles sick?
When they go to court to snitch
On Michael vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll
I'm scared of ya'll