Текст песни 3x Krazy - The Sickness
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*(Swoop G)*Right back at cha!Uh, 3 Times!Let these fools know they fuckin wit... MOBB LIFE!You know, B.A., Mr. KamakazieKeek Da Sneak, Sneaky OneAger Man, my boy3 Times.Verse 1 *(Ager Man)*First off allI got no time for these bitches thats smilin all in my facethese niggas like bitches be fake, from head to toe laced up wit hate, nigga I`m a playa!Ridin, cuz fake niggas be scary liersrunnin tiredgot me strapped up in a zone to open fireyou got killas, we got killas to play the game of cashtoo many softies tryin to copy, but now I`m up in they asssee mama raised me to be a leader, so mutha fucka follow mewhen the funk go down we ridin` deep, wit a, I got you, an a you get mefear no man but God, so if it`s on, its oncowards can come an get ya, but I`ma get ya later onI`m all bout me an minefuck the snitches, fuck the bitcheskeep an out when we ridecuz we on a mission for richesnigga feel this, laced up by realas, dealas an killasthat give a fuck about ya feelin`s, cuz nigga its strictly businessNigga 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 meChorus 2x *(Keek Da Sneak)*The Sickness of a million niggasenvy the enemythe remedy ??? ??? leave ya mind frozean blind fold, an tied up in a truck that says THREE TIMES! fa ya mind hoean they find foes in a Cutlass sweet.Destruction of East.Verse 2 *(Keek Da Sneak)*K-R-A-Z-Y just fuckin` it up everytimeit`s trip gold an shine(an I...) keeps my nineyou gettin robbed niggaI put that on the Mobb niggaso don`t be slippinhatin an seregatin an thought them youngstas wasn`t trippinDo G`s get to go?When the weapons hit the spotan all you damn impersonators gotta payget fucked wit an A-Kbitch you bit iton the verge ???no longer readysee yous a poodlean when you see them niggas betta up ya shitan yous a ???jew-els an ???Burbons an Harleysreported stolen, you bitches so niggas is ridin` Charlielavishly coordinated, this family treeParaphanalia 2 Tha M.O.B.got it tatted on my stomachThree Times! When I run itAnthat`s what I`m sizzilin gettin them bucksan aint no bitch gettin free fuckit`s A.O.B. for the Nine-say whaaa??!!In the cutthrow out my dezzletryin` to get off the hizzletil the next nigga rizzlewhat the fuck he talkin` bout "pull pistols"?What fizzle?You gotta minutepulled him over, I shot his asstwo left, so I bounced inwanna hit the bomb? Bitch hold ya breath.Chorus 2xVerse 3 *(Bart)*Nigga what?We come out the cuts an fuck shit up like straight mobbstasniggas is dyin to die but ready to ride like Face Mobbstasboy, ya feelin this gangsta paradise?Dealin we shakin the dice an watch you end it wit yo lifewe sold a gang a buddahlike ???you juss a cutie, you actin like them groupiesso you dyin to tell a hoochiejuss a bootsie niggaI hate niggas thats down to rape niggas wit bitchesyou steadily stackin ya chips but bumpin ya gums to all them bitchesnigga I know you love to hate usboy ya should wake upbefore we touch ya fuckin face up like mascara make-upwe stackin more chips than in casinosdippin` in Renomad cuz we pocketed all them C-Notesnigga crack some cee-lowshoot ya shottie an get forgottencuz me an my peoples gon get ya peoples an gets to mobbin.Chorus 2x*(Swoop G)*Mobb juss like a muta fuckin body blow or sumpthinno hittin nigga wit this, 3 Times shit!You know, can you handle it?Cuz a mutha fucka might fold up an fumbleOoops!Steppin on niggas, you knowcrawlin on niggas, but then we steppin nowSucka ass!!