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lirik lagu 40 – sick wid it ii – e


(feat. turf talk)

[turf talk + (e-40)]
d*mn n*gg*, ay where mikey at mayne?
ay, ay droop-e, droop-e! you old enough to drink n*gg*?
wh*ssup cousin? (wh*ssup tyc**n, what’s goin on?)
it’s your young nephew turkey mayne
(what is it boy? what’s goin on family?)
there’s a lot of sh*t that need to be said big cousin
(talk to me, i’ll talk back)
first of all i’ma start by just sayin we can’t be f*cked with
and you know it!!! (ooooh)
got all the whole hood in this motherf*cker (the whole soil)
sick wid it n*gg* (now) been runnin this sh*t

[e-40]
look out pimp!
oyster perpetual, cushion cut bezel
i’m busy i ain’t even had time to eat a fortune cookie
since i signed with bme every promoter
and every agency in the industry been tryin to book me
mackin-*ss 40, what that do?
sometimes me, always you
man you a real-*ss n*gg*, man you a boss
if i had yo’ hand i woulda been done cut mine off
a cult following, hustlers they love me
kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me
if you see me up in the mountains with a lion, i ain’t lyin
n*gg* don’t help me, my n*gg* help the mountain lion!
uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar stacks
turn a couple of ki’s into a couple hundred racks
the main drag, the soil, the blacktop
the gravel, the d-spot, we open like ihop

[turf talk]
yea mayne! these motherf*ckers know!
n*gg* this is big 40-water motherf*cker!
the amb*ssador of the bay n*gg*!
n*gg* we stay eatin over here motherf*cker!
you n*gg*z need to step your motherf*ckin weight up n*gg*
sick wid it, bme motherf*cker

[e-40]
look out pimp!
hit me on my chirp, i got that work
f*ck e’rybody else, i got myself on my shirt
better hurry up and come and get ’em we got the lowest rates
i’m tellin you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes
cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet
throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it
pay attention and learn, while i teach you how to grit and grind
fifteen five? all the time (cool)
these square-*ss rappers, they get a few bucks
then they, lose contact get out of touch
with the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts
look out, watch out, here come the jumpout
hide your dope in your *n*s, and put the weed out
‘fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds
and shoot us with them tazer guns

[turf talk]
you n*gg*z’ll get your motherf*ckin head knocked off f*ckin with us boy
n*gg* we been doin this sh*t n*gg*
n*gg*z need to bow the f*ck down and pay homage n*gg*
n*gg*z been stealin our sh*t for years 40!
n*gg*z brave to talk around these motherf*ckers, water!

[e-40]
the whole enchilada, the whole taco
motherf*cker i’m a capo!
play with hundred round drums
me and my u-salaam(?)
a stingy n*gg*, watch every penny that i spend
go to any hood in the world and fit right in
a young n*gg*, with an old soul
a busy n*gg*, put the president on hold
ride vogues, 26 inch toes
got the inside of the laws smokin like broke stogs
you can find me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes
or in atl or club 112, throwin them ‘bows
left and right arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler
just left the jeweler, rose gold, frank mueller
i smoke big, growin weed in my garage
police roll up, i got a cannabis card

[turf talk]
wait wait wait! money.. power and respect motherf*cker
40 told you n*gg*z mayne! we hongry n*gg*!
we eat soup with a fork around this b*tch mayne!
knahmean? step your motherf*ckin weight up n*gg*
you n*gg*z pockets is touchin motherf*cker
you starvin! [laughter]


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