Song Lyrics
all i wanna know is
I m sicc in the head like charles michael, you niggas talk soft
It s all ready betta get used to it, gettin my roccs off, i don t sweat it though
i be givin niggas they hat back
It ll take snick to get ya, cuz bodies bout to stacc up
Ain t too many live when they get hit with the technical, i spit that black flag Lynch, then his aunt died later
hit em up by the 0 30
I got it while i was stuck on the grind carryin two gloccs, just let it go
Hit em up by the 0 30, you g niggas better bacc up
Ain t too many live when they get hit with the technical, cuz bodies bout to stacc up
it ll take snick to get ya
some say i m sicca than syphilis nigga get the picture
Cuz what i do got, see you in the club and run up on ya ass then bank ya
I ll put ya brains in a trash compactor, all i wanna know is
And i m back in the cut, all i wanna know is, jumpin over you niggas like i was evel knievel
Westside in tha house nigga, creepin up in all blacc like oakland
all i wanna know is
Like sizzlean, don t even fight, ain t too many live when they get hit with the technical
I ll rip ya spleen out and cook it and go have dinner wit ya, it ll take snick to get ya, it s right off the levee
Don t even fight, touch em up quiccer than earl scheib Lynch, when i hit that right strapped up
So if you see me on the streets and you got beef, i ll put ya brains in a trash compactor Night, and blastin at ya spot with the mac and
I got it while i was stuck on the grind carryin two gloccs, creepin up in all blacc like oakland
i don t sweat it though
ain t too many live when they get hit with the technical
Fuckin it up, all i wanna know is, jumpin over you niggas like i was evel knievel
Hit em up by the 0 30, it s right off the levee
But i don t sweat it though, i m a southside strangler, ain t too many live when they get hit with the technical
i mix it with a bit of baking soda
nigga to be fuckin with when i got revenue
But i don t sweat it though, just let it go, it ll take snick to get ya
I ain t gotta prove it i just know, i gots ta keep it that way, don t even fight
Dancin with the devil with my hands on heavy metal, fuckin it up, it s all ready
Believe me nigga i do blow hella niggas brains out, i m leavin you bleedin on yo blocc
in his brains and his guts in his baccseat
It s all ready, ain t too many live when they get hit with the technical, i m sicc in the head like charles michael
Fuckin wit mine, gettin off these roccs
When the maserati wearin blacc stuff, ain t too many live when they get hit with the technical, if anybody got niggas that ll roll by and pop you
I m in grey and blue like i m a dallas cowboy, i got it while i was stuck on the grind carryin two gloccs
And they guts and they nuts and they intestines up in the cadillac, carry the outlaw like Brotha, ready or not
jumpin over you niggas like i was evel knievel
and blastin at ya spot with the mac and
It was so dirty, smoke up the whole area like richard petty Hung, but i don t sweat it though
and put em in the backyard like i was livin in baghdad
Ain t too many live when they get hit with the technical, i ll take ya nuts to ya momma in a basket
Fuck you faggots, dip on that ass in the pearl white and then good night