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rep till death - sick gang lyrics

[chorus]
rep till the death of it
rep till the death of it
rep till the death of it
i’ma rep, i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma*i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma rep till the death of it

[verse 1: don orias]
i ain’t buckin’ flags but i’m reppin’ the gang proudly
i keep a small circle, the sick f*cks around me
god was dead when he found me like jason after the drowning
i’m back, commence the slaughter with the [?] in thе back
we hittin’ harder than the substancе on the spoon in the trap
heroin flow; [flow with the fans like i’m flowin’ ?] with a smack (you overdose)
this that sh*t to make you suicidal (die)
die to this music and blame it on your truest idols
and i would put that up on god but i don’t gotta believe
you gettin’ sly but if there’s problems, we come around with the beef
matter of fact, i’m pullin’ up for my daughter and niece
to the gang i remain loyal till i’m restin’ in peace
but the motherf*ckin’ truth is that i came different
made sicc like brotha lynch but we bang different
vampire but with the fangs missin’
beasts starvin’ and terminal
p*ss blood in the urinal, a diagnosis is uncurable
that means i’m sick, right? that means i’m sick, right?
[chorus]
rep till the death of it
rep till the death of it
rep till the death of it
i’ma rep, i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma*i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma rep till the death of it

[verse 2: dieabolik the monster]
look, the gang came back on time but it’s your final hour
let you see the metaphor, it rings like a bridal shower
sickgang general, dieabolik eisenhower
you were paris at an h, throw you off the eiffel tower
crack your in*seed, feelin’ like i’m pomegranate
you rappers so sweet like there’s blood upon my granite
they tried to tell me somethin’ is wrong, fraud mechanic
hold you underneath of my flow, call in panic
tryna control the planet but barely controllin’ damage
i’m bearin’ hd, i’m bearin’ down on my cameras son
bet like hd, everybody bear witness
i will strap these rappers heads and cuttin’ to scare willis
we have ’em runnin’ the yard, hit test and they finish
swimmin’ in the open field and testin’ the weapon limits
it’s that 5.56 or the f*ckin’ .50 cal
sickgang sh*t, b*tch, we sickgang criminals (whah!)
[chorus]
rep till the death of it
rep till the death of it
rep till the death of it
i’ma rep, i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma*i’ma rep till the death of it
i’ma rep till the death of it

- sick gang lyrics

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