Cedric Singleton - Sicc & High lyrics

[Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah man, ya know, I was trying to tell you n***a man That n***a was trippin out man. I did all kinds of sh** For him and sh**, and I help that n***a outa bad situations, you know? Cuz was trippin man, I was like man Still was talking sh** n***a, dirty a** songs about me and sh**, you know Man, so I gotta hit him back: n***a you tha, king of comedy And Ima be g thatz what Ima be Let you see that sh** at close range When I tap you with the bang, wrap you up in cellophane That'll be the endin, no pretendin Siccmade and high side ¿crash?, do a drive by wide em Do or die by which in em, get in em, any time, any where Cut through the lane like Chris Webber Better get it together n***a, I toughen up your leather with a Touch, shoot you in the neck, get my respect, you muthaf**in bet Might as well not sweat when I put these flames to your set And leave you, smokey like robinson My oozie weigh 24 tons, and I got them n***as on rum in em, and those 221Â's, you getted this done Thats why I pack my gun Cause when you tappin into this gangsta sh** you gotta pack yo gun Some n***as gon shoot, some n***as gon run Its all mathematical, ¿bet off and get tragical? Holding out the cadillac roam with the metal thangs To do that ghetto thang, you know, cellophane To hit them pedal thangs Smash off in the cup where you get that ¿hedikane? You watch that medic bring, black bags and gloves I gotta be thug (why?), I made that decision a long time ago Drinkin 40Â's in ¿plash? dominoes Goin through drama with hoes, you know how it goes I ain't been doin no shows, ain't been steppin on no toes But the p11 9mm ruben (whatÂ's that?), is the weapon I chose I donÂ't need much cause Im clutch like shaq diesel And I love the way the ruben make dead people Catch em comin out the church steeple Cause he did my people You know, paybacks to the first degree And Im cript walkin to my funeral, so it ain't no hearsin me [A-Blocc] Bouncin off to the turf, this is A-Blocc Im posted pushin ¿yayrocks?, to see right through these n***as character They blasted like the Glock, neighborhood watch keeps lookin But I keep jookin, sh** I know where Pablo gots his birdies cookin I probably crook em See the plots to get richer quicker, make my feddy thicker Perkin off the finest liquors, pa** pen, triggas get clutched I get my bucks man, MOB, thats money over b**hes Six straight rags with switches, got the feds takin pictures Half heart half dope, invested my ism, is some pimp, heÂ's upset with a hoe And made her hump till my pockets got the mumps like ¿gody? Ask the little b**h, she said, “oh heÂ's a f**in cody.” So D, pistols everything from fake IDÂ's I put hoes in shady n***as, left them eatin through our piece Roll dese through the ghetto, vogues smoked like indo High speed chases throwin choppers out the window IÂ'm wanted by the task, and b**h a** n***as gun blast And all I ever wanted was the cash sh** its like IÂ'm hunted but I still get blunted rollin through the set Ima do my thing for now though, cause they ain't k**ed me yet And if I die then I die, sh**, donÂ't even shed a tear IÂ'm better off where IÂ'm goin man, cause I ain't happy here Got no fear, sh**, them n***as bruise like I bruise Lose ¿screws? like I do, n***a, choose how you choose n***a, ooh!