Super Sic Wit It

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Turf Talk] I pull a heater, mayne, never follow a leader, mayne Even though we try, it's hard to legal, mayne Put up or shut up, my loot up, so wassup? Wha-wha-what would you do if I shot yo' hood up? Either jail or smoke weed I take the cuffs, that's F-A-B, not Fabolous What it is? Sick Wid It, it is The way this money look, I'll be independent for years It's a gang of hood niggas eatin' off this plate So don't come around here if you ain't from this place (From this place) Hear me comin' about a half a block Got a dent in my ceiling from doin' the robot Catch all kind of mugs (Kind of mugs) from all kind of thugs (Kind of thugs) They offer designer all kind of drugs (Kind of drugs) I'm married to the ave' Pistol under the battery, dope in the dash [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] Thizz (Woo), oh, it's sick wit' it We is super sick wit' it (Woo) Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers Purple, purple, gone of the liquor Thizz (Woo), it's sick wit' it We is super sick wit' it (Yeah) Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers Purple, purple, gone of the liquor [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] I don't need no iron (Why?), I'm already creased (Oh) F-A-B what they call me, 40 say mouthpiece I do the dummy, retarded, and ride the yellow bus Put the town on, don't bother me, doin' hella much High speed in my car, call it a scraper Pop my Ps at your broad, cuff or I'll take her I only roll wit' my folks, family, and next-of-kin Ride away with a half, I'm a Baydestrian Hit the club, and I'm mad 'cause they won't let us in Now I'm about to go bad like drunk Mexicans You know a cent to a sumo and I be holding weight Got love for the East Coast, but this is Golden Gate I'm from The Bay and we P-I, no surf talk Since I was knee-high to beehives I knew Turf Talk (Yee) T-H-I-Z-Z Droop-E you too hard, you need to be easy (Whoa) [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] Thizz (Woo), oh, it's sick wit' it We is super sick wit' it (Woo) Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers Purple, purple, gone of the liquor Thizz (Woo), it's sick wit' it We is super sick wit' it (Yeah) Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers Purple, purple, gone of the liquor [Verse 3: E-40] Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka, it's real ugly SKs and AKs in my city Not the pretty AKs that go, "Skee-skee" But the ugly AKs that go stoopy It really doesn't matter, major fixture or a factor Walk up on your ass, let you have it in the bladder It's all about the money and the crevice and the fame The rose gold chains, jewels and earrings Perkin', drinking whiskey sour In my Suburban, droppin' off yowder Tryna place my bid, tryna get at a broad Spit my L-R-Ps in the Fairfield mall You can find me in the party gettin' twisted and spliffted See me in the club and I'm double fisted Higher than the Statue of Liberty, extra tipsy Playing possum, acting like I'm dizzy (Biatch!) [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] Thizz (Woo), oh, it's sick wit' it We is super sick wit' it (Woo) Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers Purple, purple, gone of the liquor Thizz (Woo), it's sick wit' it We is super sick wit' it (Yeah) Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers Purple, purple, gone of the liquor