The Sickness Songtext / Lyric

[Swoop G]



Right back at cha!

Uh, 3 Times!

Let these fools know they fuckin wit... MOBB LIFE!

You know, B.A., Mr. Kamakazie

Keek Da Sneak, Sneaky One

Ager Man, my boy

3 Times.



[Verse 1: Ager Man]






First off all

I got no time for these bitches thats smilin all in my face

these niggas like bitches be fake,

from head to toe laced up wit hate, nigga

I'm a playa!

Ridin, cuz fake niggas be scary liers

runnin tired

got me strapped up in a zone to open fire

you got killas, we got killas to play the game of cash

too many softies tryin to copy, but now I'm up in they ass

see mama raised me to be a leader, so mutha fucka follow me

when the funk go down we ridin' deep,

wit a, I got you, an a you get me

fear no man but God, so if it's on, its on

cowards can come an get ya, but I'ma get ya later on

I'm all bout me an mine

fuck the snitches, fuck the bitches

keep an out when we ride

cuz we on a mission for riches

nigga feel this, laced up by realas, dealas an killas

that give a fuck about ya feelin's, cuz nigga its strictly business

Nigga what? Back up off me you softie

I'm a cold piece of work like a dope fiend when

you bitch niggas try to cross me



[Chorus x2: Keek Da Sneak]



The Sickness of a million niggas

envy the enemy

the remedy? leave ya mind froze

an blind fold, an tied up in a truck

that says THREE TIMES! fa ya mind hoe

an they find foes in a Cutlass sweet.

Destruction of East.



[Verse 2: Keek Da Sneak]



K-R-A-Z-Y just fuckin' it up everytime

it's trip gold an shine

(an I...) keeps my nine

you gettin robbed nigga

I put that on the Mobb nigga

so don't be slippin

hatin an seregatin an thought them youngstas wasn't trippin

Do G's get to go?

When the weapons hit the spot

an all you damn impersonators gotta pay

get fucked wit an A-K

bitch you bit it

on the verge?

no longer ready

see yous a poodle

an when you see them niggas betta up ya shit

an yous a?

jew-els an?

Burbons an Harleys

reported stolen, you bitches so niggas is ridin' Charlie

lavishly coordinated, this family tree

Paraphanalia 2 Tha M.O.B.

got it tatted on my stomach

Three Times! When I run it

An

that's what I'm sizzilin gettin them bucks

an aint no bitch gettin free fuck

it's A.O.B. for the Nine-say whaaa?!

In the cut

throw out my dezzle

tryin' to get off the hizzle

til the next nigga rizzle

what the fuck he talkin' bout "pull pistols"?

What fizzle?

You gotta minute

pulled him over, I shot his ass

two left, so I bounced in

wanna hit the bomb? Bitch hold ya breath.



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3: Bart]



Nigga what?

We come out the cuts an fuck shit up like straight mobbstas

niggas is dyin to die but ready to ride like Face Mobbstas

boy, ya feelin this gangsta paradise?

Dealin we shakin the dice an watch you end it wit yo life

we sold a gang a buddah

like?

you juss a cutie, you actin like them groupies

so you dyin to tell a hoochie

juss a bootsie nigga

I hate niggas thats down to rape niggas wit bitches

you steadily stackin ya chips but bumpin ya gums to all them bitches

nigga I know you love to hate us

boy ya should wake up

before we touch ya fuckin face up like mascara make-up

we stackin more chips than in casinos

dippin' in Reno

mad cuz we pocketed all them C-Notes

nigga crack some cee-low

shoot ya shottie an get forgotten

cuz me an my peoples gon get ya peoples an gets to mobbin.



[Chorus x2]



[Swoop G]



Mobb juss like a muta fuckin body blow or sumpthin

no hittin nigga wit this, 3 Times shit!

You know, can you handle it?

Cuz a mutha fucka might fold up an fumble

Ooops!

Steppin on niggas, you know

crawlin on niggas, but then we steppin now

Sucka ass!