so what The demons got a hold of me There ain't no cure for my disease I'm 6-6-SICK I'm bleeding from internally And burning in eternity I'm 6-6-SICK
Traduzione: Droga. 6-6-malato.
t need these Titles and mics Homie you don't need these My CD Pack like 6 niggas in a Sea Breeze I flow so sick and won't sneeze [? ] with no cheese Rap
the one you wanna try, why, stayin high i hit the blunt an watch these motherfuckers die whose runnin the streets i sell that cocaine cause in the the dope
take a seat, let a big mack Put some muthafuckin game to the dope track I don't mean to interrupt, but yo Rich I gotta put some shit to this dope cut
their hustle!) I'm eating. - I suggest you niggas try this! (yeeah!) Scrap the plate, move the weight I got the itus. (uh!) I'm sick. - I'm addicted to
slain with your brain in your goatee Oww, that's on S.O.B. Plus I carry a knife cause I'm a sick dope fiend Got 'em panickin', damn it cause the bandit
will We shattered the sound of perpendicular noise Now gather 'round, blueprints to rebuild On top of that, I found I'm gettin' sick of your voice Retentive
ville withoout a dog pound) And a hog nigga (caughing) Yea, special dedication To all my gangsta niggas and to all my gangsta bitches (Im sick wit it
must be sick as cancer, smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer. So come take a dip with your *private dancer*. Nasty, naughty, over 6' call
be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold. Sick, baby say she never drove a stick Until she was on top of me, backseat of the 6. It's, goin' down 'round
the jet shot sugar dogg pound, Can make it with my homie , Get you bleed in oaktown, cause i got sick with it, and they dont know why, cause i get sick
s strapped down Niggas be strapped down from Harbor to Deuce Town Tech 9 twenty-five and my A.K. Four forty Mac three eighty and a twelve guage [Verse 6: E-Sick
