Cam'ron - The Cycle's Sick lyrics

G.O.D! I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll... (quiet) Yo, ya'll little girls singin a song hoes sing Ya'll need lower back tattos, toe rings Eye brows arched, belly pierced the whole thing Who, oh-no, low blows, to the coke king I sold blow some thug things, I'm a slinger I run a drug ring can't put it on yah finger I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm just linger I'm the m**m from new york, I'm mortis stringer Off ice, but on ice, the money chill Dummi pay attention, fiends still got the funny pills I'm vest glocked up, yah chest I red dot up You can taste it, test it, strech it I got the best product baby I'm a hustler used sk**s god done gave me Know them cop cars you can un mark-em baby Bills they mark-em crazy, keep yah gaurd up lazy Had run ins with the atf, marks, and navy Man I might just quit you know the cycles sick? When they go to court to snitch, on michael vick? I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll Ay yo! some lean, when I land the lar A 100 grand handed here Crystal pets dogs, cats, panda bears Liqour, came up here reflection off the chandaler But baby while we're standin here Let's go another rant a year Said cam thts the ocean and the sand right there? I looked at her and nodded like, you damn right there Mah you drunk too much, yah drink here and here I love the public but I don't need the fan fare I read the fan mail it help me hustle when I'm tryna make this damn mail Or even pay my man bail I'm jack and jill kept the water in the tan pail f** school told my teacher that I can't fail Cops in the club sippin on champell, can't tell Wire on tapein on the hand held Before you cross the street you need your hand held Before you get hit, I spit sick, whip dip Man I might just quit you know the cycles sick? When they go to court to snitch, on michael vick? I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll Don't get your rifles, my rivals, don't want no rivalry Hand on the bible baby boy, I ain't yah idol b? You don't idol me? sh** why you listenin? No rims o.t I'm ridin on the michelin I'm tryna get them dividends, a 100, 000 kid a spend If the edition is new? Michael Biv and them I might get rid of them the site I might revist in Pets as my neighbors, I'm a lower body citizen sh**, I wish the lord could fin my prison friends To fly to comply, we was on a mission then Vision girls use to call us the kitchen men Cause we was cookin more then them whip it whip it in Let the sh** begin, we get it how we ship it in, The shipment, that they shippin, sittin, right there on the ship, my friend Baby boy that's when you coppin coke, alot to rope I'm a city slicker, that can knock a boat Man I might just quit you know the cycles sick? When they go to court to snitch, on michael vick? I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll