II Sicc, Macadoshis, Equipto, Andre Nickatina - Talez From the Sicc lyrics
[II Sicc, Macadoshis, Equipto, Andre Nickatina - Talez From the Sicc lyrics]
Yeahtalez from the sicc got equipto
Dre dog mac-10 and my partna j-lo
These are the talez the talez from the sicc
These are the talez we spit when we lit
These are the talez the talez that we spit
These are the talez that we spit so sick
This scrilla game that get yo mane
That like to hook upon your
Pager rap attack back
That sell dope to ya next door neighbor
Do ya make ya die like an arabian knight
You got the money fuck them hoes
Cuz the weed is right
Man I rip em then I hit em well
Bustin like a cannon ball
Treat em like a soda mac you know
I got a can of all
I close my eyes on these
Haters on these soon seen
This who it be 10 dolla n
To loc and the d-r-e
We play this game for real time
And it ain't no tellin when I cross
The line I want all mine you better be ready
Im the nigga that'll be up in all ya face
Look around and Im in your place
Ain't no runnin or nowhere to hide
Im on your ass for the taste
You fucked up mine for the last time
Now you pay the price
Don't want no excuse for your mistake
You pay with yo life
We on a paper chase
Down for the bread spittin raps from the head
Catch the vapors from the ledge
You know it's dre dog and mac-10
Real g's about they scrill
Type of niggas that keep it real
Niggas that pack that steel triggas
Sportin gold lugz to hilfigers
Still bigga for my kill niggas
Fuck wit my scratch I used to deal niggas
Shit I been down wit dat pimpin hoes
In the black mo black on
Leather sittin on dubs
Tack the hot side and we be ridin smokin
A twomp and a bag of bluntz
Im movin it like a vandal
Scramble just like Ran ho
Handle on a daily baby lovin
A baby lovin to gamble
Takin over on all these channels
And save yo scrill it's top secret please
Believe it's gonna pay the bills
Interprize my weigh in all
The homies Johnny Blazin
And tracin on my fashion when
I rap I shine amazin
Its time for all the creep slow
And like when we grow
I hit em consistent down to
Dirty and to bell below
I brought welcomes to you funeral
And flowers to your wife
I gave yo mom a little money
And I also baked a cake
They got me nicktearpin time and
You ain't heard of mine
Im loaded like a tommy gun
Posses the quikin ryme
I climb flimb mine yeah to crack ya alpine
And put together word for the street design
I do it like it's critical serve
It like it's britical
And know nothin now I keep lookin?
Look at me fucked like theres
Some other motherfucas in here
Im about my scrilla scratch and I bet my
Life is all real it's all real
A lot of niggas that play the
Game ain't feelin the 10
But, I bet you wanna fall off in the
Game you know im playin to win
I got nothin but slugs for ya nothin but
Drugs for ya nothin but mud for ya
In this game of tugga war
Im a boss bitch the John Ross of boss
Game da boss fame brought ya niggas the
Boss name
Nicky come and fix this game spit
Shellin no bailin with ex-felons
No tellin what we might do
When we inhalin the indo
Im here to fuck the world
Hoppin you hatters all die
Got the game twisted like curls all
Strapped up in my 4-5
Real g's about they scrill sayin
So nigga thats real
So im stompin up in my steal
Zippin the side on chrom wheels
15th on my hit and while your bitch is suckin
My dick got me bumpin I I sicc
Got the bud and got lit and
Now you lovin my shit
Top rappin I make it happen
Cut off you ain't addapin
We laughin off the dank and walk
The plank cuz he the captain
Break em off just like a
Fraction can't slip equipt traction
We passin the doger get any
Closer and im mashin
Quadrople up my tatches we
Blowin like a saxes
With a status that never would
Of happened without practice
I hold it to the sky berry still
Gettin by my life until I die
Ignorin all your replies like
Broken feathers keep together hot cold
Any kind of weather
Pay a ho no nevershe can't
Hit it ain't I clever
Stuck you like the convict especially
When the bong hit's
Lettin ya know yo how mad shere khan gets
Put you in the basket ya motherfuckin bastard
Shut you like elastic hit you with the tragic
Do it like it's magic watch the way I bag it
Shake it up like shake and
Bake with raps I make
Yeahtalez from the sicc got equipto
Dre dog mac-10 and my partna j-lo
These are the talez the talez from the sicc
These are the talez we spit when we lit
These are the talez the talez that we spit
These are the talez that we spit so sick
Dre dog mac-10 and my partna j-lo
These are the talez the talez from the sicc
These are the talez we spit when we lit
These are the talez the talez that we spit
These are the talez that we spit so sick
This scrilla game that get yo mane
That like to hook upon your
Pager rap attack back
That sell dope to ya next door neighbor
Do ya make ya die like an arabian knight
You got the money fuck them hoes
Cuz the weed is right
Man I rip em then I hit em well
Bustin like a cannon ball
Treat em like a soda mac you know
I got a can of all
I close my eyes on these
Haters on these soon seen
This who it be 10 dolla n
To loc and the d-r-e
We play this game for real time
And it ain't no tellin when I cross
The line I want all mine you better be ready
Im the nigga that'll be up in all ya face
Look around and Im in your place
Ain't no runnin or nowhere to hide
Im on your ass for the taste
You fucked up mine for the last time
Now you pay the price
Don't want no excuse for your mistake
You pay with yo life
We on a paper chase
Down for the bread spittin raps from the head
Catch the vapors from the ledge
You know it's dre dog and mac-10
Real g's about they scrill
Type of niggas that keep it real
Niggas that pack that steel triggas
Sportin gold lugz to hilfigers
Still bigga for my kill niggas
Fuck wit my scratch I used to deal niggas
Shit I been down wit dat pimpin hoes
In the black mo black on
Leather sittin on dubs
Tack the hot side and we be ridin smokin
A twomp and a bag of bluntz
Im movin it like a vandal
Scramble just like Ran ho
Handle on a daily baby lovin
A baby lovin to gamble
Takin over on all these channels
And save yo scrill it's top secret please
Believe it's gonna pay the bills
Interprize my weigh in all
The homies Johnny Blazin
And tracin on my fashion when
I rap I shine amazin
Its time for all the creep slow
And like when we grow
I hit em consistent down to
Dirty and to bell below
I brought welcomes to you funeral
And flowers to your wife
I gave yo mom a little money
And I also baked a cake
They got me nicktearpin time and
You ain't heard of mine
Im loaded like a tommy gun
Posses the quikin ryme
I climb flimb mine yeah to crack ya alpine
And put together word for the street design
I do it like it's critical serve
It like it's britical
And know nothin now I keep lookin?
Look at me fucked like theres
Some other motherfucas in here
Im about my scrilla scratch and I bet my
Life is all real it's all real
A lot of niggas that play the
Game ain't feelin the 10
But, I bet you wanna fall off in the
Game you know im playin to win
I got nothin but slugs for ya nothin but
Drugs for ya nothin but mud for ya
In this game of tugga war
Im a boss bitch the John Ross of boss
Game da boss fame brought ya niggas the
Boss name
Nicky come and fix this game spit
Shellin no bailin with ex-felons
No tellin what we might do
When we inhalin the indo
Im here to fuck the world
Hoppin you hatters all die
Got the game twisted like curls all
Strapped up in my 4-5
Real g's about they scrill sayin
So nigga thats real
So im stompin up in my steal
Zippin the side on chrom wheels
15th on my hit and while your bitch is suckin
My dick got me bumpin I I sicc
Got the bud and got lit and
Now you lovin my shit
Top rappin I make it happen
Cut off you ain't addapin
We laughin off the dank and walk
The plank cuz he the captain
Break em off just like a
Fraction can't slip equipt traction
We passin the doger get any
Closer and im mashin
Quadrople up my tatches we
Blowin like a saxes
With a status that never would
Of happened without practice
I hold it to the sky berry still
Gettin by my life until I die
Ignorin all your replies like
Broken feathers keep together hot cold
Any kind of weather
Pay a ho no nevershe can't
Hit it ain't I clever
Stuck you like the convict especially
When the bong hit's
Lettin ya know yo how mad shere khan gets
Put you in the basket ya motherfuckin bastard
Shut you like elastic hit you with the tragic
Do it like it's magic watch the way I bag it
Shake it up like shake and
Bake with raps I make
Yeahtalez from the sicc got equipto
Dre dog mac-10 and my partna j-lo
These are the talez the talez from the sicc
These are the talez we spit when we lit
These are the talez the talez that we spit
These are the talez that we spit so sick
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