Equipto - Talez From the Sicc lyrics

(equipto) (chorus) Yeah...talez from the sicc Got equipto, dre dog mac-10 and my partna j-lo These are the talez the talez from the sicc These are the talez we spit when we lit These are the talez the talez that we spit These are the talez that we spit so sick (Andre Nickatina) This scrilla game that get yo mane That like to hook upon your pager rap attack back That sell dope to ya next door neighbor Do ya make ya die like an arabian knight You got the money f** them hoes cuz the weed is right Man I rip em then I hit em well Bustin like a cannon ball Treat em like a soda mac you know I got a can of all (mac-10) I close my eyes on these haters on these soon seen This who it be 10 dolla n to loc and the d-r-e We play this game for real time And it ain't no tellin when I cross the line I want all mine You better be ready Im the n***a that'll be up in all ya face Look around and Im in your place Ain't no runnin or nowhere to hide Im on your a** for the taste You f**ed up mine for the last time Now you pay the price Dont want no excuse for your mistake You pay with yo life ( II sicc) We on a paper chase Down for the bread spittin raps from the head Catch the vapors from the ledge You know its dre dog and mac-10 Real g's about they scrill Type of n***as that keep it real n***as that pack that steel triggas Sportin gold lugz to hilfigers Still bigga for my k** n***as f** wit my scratch I used to deal n***as sh** I been down wit dat pimpin hoes In the black mo black on leather sittin on dubs Tack the hot side and we be ridin smokin a twomp and a bag of bluntz (equipto) Im movin it like a vandal Scramble just like Ran ho Handle on a daily baby lovin a baby lovin to gamble Takin over on all these channels and save yo scrill Its top secret please believe its gonna pay the bills Interprize my weigh in all the homies Johnny Blazin And tracin on my fashion when I rap I shine amazin Its time for all the creep slow and like when we grow I hit em consistent down to dirty and to bell below (Andre Nickatina) I brought welcomes to you funeral and flowers to your wife I gave yo mom a little money and I also baked a cake They got me nicktearpin time and you ain't heard of mine Im loaded like a tommy gun posses the quikin ryme I climb flimb mine yeah to crack ya alpine And put together word for the street design I do it like its critical serve it like its britical And know nothin now I keep lookin ??? ( mac-10) Look at me f**ed like theres some other motherfucas in here Im about my scrilla scratch and I bet my life is all real..... its all real A lot of n***as that play the game ain't feelin the 10 But I bet you wanna fall off in the game you know im playin to win I got nothin but slugs for ya nothin but d** for ya nothin but mud for ya In this game of tugga war Im a boss b**h the John Ross of boss game da boss fame brought ya n***as the Boss name (II sicc ) Nicky come and fix this game spit shellin no bailin with ex-felons No tellin what we might do when we inhalin the indo Im here to f** the world hoppin you hatters all die Got the game twisted like curls all strapped up in my 4-5 Real g's about they scrill sayin so n***a thats real So im stompin up in my steal zippin the side on chrom wheels 15th on my hit and while your b**h is s**in my dick got me bumpin II sicc Got the bud and got lit and now you lovin my sh** (equipto) Top rappin I make it happen cut off you ain't addapin We laughin off the dank and walk the plank cuz he the captain Break em off just like a fraction can't slip equipt traction We pa**in the doger get any closer and im mashin Quadrople up my tatches we blowin like a saxes With a status that never would of happened without practice I hold it to the sky berry still gettin by my life until I die Ignorin all your replies like (Andre Nickatina) Broken feathers keep together hot cold any kind of weather Pay a ho no never...she can't hit it ain't I clever Stuck you like the convict especially when the bong hits Lettin ya know yo how mad shere khan gets Put you in the basket ya motherf**in ba*tard Shut you like elastic hit you with the tragic Do it like its magic watch the way I bag it Shake it up like shake and bake with raps I make (chorus)