Concentration Camp - Sickess lyrics

*(J-Von)* Now if ya all in wit me *(C-Loc)* Come an get me wit some hin *(J-Von)* An a fifty, an it stick it in *(C-Loc)* Let this begin *(J-Von)* Like 10 to the 9 *(C-Loc)* To the 5, 4, 3 *(J-Von)* They ain't knowin what this camp life means to meee! Verse 1 *(Maxminelli)* I'm still a hustla An we know this Then you need to quote this on the front page True that Never two On paper view Wit the blunt blazed Last time you heard us rhyme We came out tacklin po-po's Now we surely stackin chips But we ain't packagin no doe See the ho-bos an fiends They can't get down wit the team Oh yeah we bout cream But the colors, mostly green So brace yourself I'm a take yo wealth An leave you traumatized Bonified hustla From out the backwoods of the country side Verse 2 *(J-Von)* So southside hustlaz throw yo hands in the air Eastside, westside, northside dont care Over there, over here (what?) Same thing everywhere you go It's real Once they waited fo the Bustaz that hear me know we Even them guns An they ready to throw it I hope I see a nice night for bein this ghetto poet Ya know it So it's like me I'm a play the game rough An like to tear sumpthin up Sick sh** n***a what?! Chorus *(J-Von)* Man f** y'all n***as Man f** y'all b**hes We got the money an switches But ya can't get wit us Cuz we the Sickess Man f** y'all n***as Man f** y'all b**hes Always runnin to get us But ya can't get wit us Cuz we the Sickess Verse 3 *(C-Loc)* n***a I can say f** 'em Cuz they bustaz Causin ruckus Cuz they know they can't touch us Got 'em hollerin "How ya do that there!" When I bust 'em, can't trust 'em Struggle f** that Hustle, slang crack The rhyme saw n***as bust an get back I bust back No hidin, duckin hataz Hollerin "f** 'em n***as" Ain't nuttin Now he rich an think a n***a can't touch him So now they bustin An me an my cuz OG An now these fools know they know me Last time I spanked that a** they called the police Ya gotta Know when to hold on, (say what?) Know when to fold on, (uh-huh) You better walk away, (boo-yow!) Before I make ya run Son It's unheard The way we went from slangin birds An droppin bodies on the curb To sellin words Platinum That's how it happened It's wicked when I kick it Wicked If it ain't broke don't fix it Clown Cuz we the Sickess MUTHA fu*kA! Chorus Verse 4 *(Young Bleed)* Watch me spit the Sickess sh** You ever heard An make a million n***as witness This Fresh off the curb Hollerin at ya in ya ears like this f** what ya heard Face to face wit confrontation my n***as Ballz an my word Now if ya ready let me know this real I'm hoppin out the vehil Caddy fools bustin ta k** Some is steady buggin fo nuthin Lovin my life, keepin my head tight Bailin the corner on two wheels Mashin through red lights Verse 5 *(C-Loc)* Where yo hood at, (what?) Throw it up The club Yeah we tore it up Soon as this clown get to buckin We gonna rush him Must stop playin wit me If ya in wit me You'd a known I get spaced out They mace the place out Then I'm gone In the Expo Til the next show You never know What we got in stoe Til the cap Hit the doe Hollerin if ya got the paper straight then the show must go on But when n***as get to breakin sh** It's time to go home (Ya heard me?) Chorus