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1983 (deluzional mix) - sick gang lyrics

[skit]
it didn’t break? i’d never even hit anybody. i’d never hurt anybody!
nah! you’d get somebody else to do it for you…
oh…
wait, no! wait, come back. hurry!
*pop pop pop*

[intro: dieabolik the monster]
yeah, you know. you could just be walkin’ down the street one day…and somebody pull up next to you, you know what i mean. and uh (yah!), just hop out of the car with a f*ckin’ heater and lay your ass down on the street that fast. i mean, life could end at any f*ckin’ moment (yeah!), you know what i mean?

[verse 1: dieabolik the monster]
ak hangin’ out the window
got the sh*t drummin’ to the tempo
got the feelin’ in they stomach
like they body ’bout to plummet like they jumpin’ from the tenth floor
six bladеs in your body, that’s six points like they layin’ in the еnd zone
the music my b*tch and everybody else ’round here in the friend zone
sellin’ that crack, them flintstones
got a black he*rs* with the rims on
knowin’ i’m a k!ller for the [its?] roll
still, what the f*ck? carl winslow
nice with the blade, oh kinshi
bury them in the pot like kimchi
body in the trunk, don’t nsync
in the middle of the summer, no ac
i will stomp a k!ller ass with my dc’s
slide a blade on they neck like an e.b.t
i got these people on my ass like a c.d. free
people tryna talk smart with a g.e.d
i’ve been singin’ them blues like i’m b.b. king
i will cut you for the diamonds, i am d.d.p
y’all better be the alpha, i am abc
i am crack in the hood, 1983
[chorus: dieabolik the monster]
b*tch, i got that crack, i got that cash
the sickgang catchin’ bodies here for real
you talk that sh*t, you might just meet this pump
dump, dump, dump
b*tch, i got that crack, i got that cash
the sickgang catchin’ bodies here for real
you talk that sh*t, you might just meet this pump
dump, dump, dump

[verse 2: don orias]
droppin’ a brick in your hood like the 80’s
i pulled out the [do good?] and turn you to [grady?]
get shook up like haiti, i got dope like i’m servin’ the cane daily
and i got these fiends talkin’ like *snort snort*
whose line is it anyway?
yo, so to the people i’m wayne brady
the struggle and pain made me the man i became, shady
dumb and dumber than white girls, so i stay with the same lady (get it?)
take shots, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a bar round
line ’em up and let it dump and pop until they fall down
i’m finna drop until they all down, domino effect
one by one they fall down
you could get sprayed like a b*tch at a party
bustin’ a couple off, got a clip with a long d*ck (what the f*ck?)
you know what i’m sayin’, like extendo (huh?)
it hangs like a*like a d*ck (oh)
f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it bro (gotcha)
[chorus: dieabolik the monster]
b*tch, i got that crack, i got that cash
the sickgang catchin’ bodies here for real
you talk that sh*t, you might just meet this pump
dump, dump, dump
b*tch, i got that crack, i got that cash
the sickgang catchin’ bodies here for real
you talk that sh*t, you might just meet this pump
dump, dump, dump

[verse 3: claas]
yeah! 8*3 like i’m welker
you know when i’m comin’, run for shelter
manson talk war, helter skelter
give these motherf*ckers sick words like a lecture
got the crack like i’m pushin’ on the corner
warn ya, once you get addicted, they will mourn ya
pop pop, i ain’t talkin’ like it’s warner
if you’re out there lookin’ for the best, you’re gettin’ warmer
yeah, this is how we hit ’em with the k!ller sh*t
look at all these idiots sayin’ they ain’t into it
what? how!? i tend to hawk ’em like an indian
i ain’t takin’ cleveland so you better know i’m serious (ha)
’83 and we’re the a*team
sickgang ’bout to k!ll it like the 80’s
straight gacy, clownin’ on a whole squad
runnin’ ’round these rappers while i lap ’em with a [bone quad?]
they’re takin’ all your money like a known fraud
while their trucks are broke down like an old dodge
check the hook for that addiction
fiction, you don’t want the friction, evict ’em
’cause we gon’ need a sp*ce when we move in
got the game lookin’ shiny like a new rim
who’s them? now they’re lookin’ for the proof
so we’ll shoot ’em from the roof, leave ’em buried in a suit (rah!)
[chorus: dieabolik the monster]
b*tch, i got that crack, i got that cash
the sickgang catchin’ bodies here for real
you talk that sh*t, you might just meet this pump
dump, dump, dump
b*tch, i got that crack, i got that cash
the sickgang catchin’ bodies here for real
you talk that sh*t, you might just meet this pump
dump, dump, dump

[outro]
don’t panic. it’s only an illusion

- sick gang lyrics

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