Lev Berlak - The Sickness lyrics

*(Swoop G)* Right back at cha! Uh, 3 Times! Let these fools know they f**in wit... MOBB LIFE! You know, B.A., Mr. Kamakazie Keek Da Sneak, Sneaky One Ager Man, my boy 3 Times Verse 1 *(Ager Man)* First off all I got no time for these b**hes thats smilin all in my face These n***as like b**hes be fake From head to toe laced up wit hate, n***a I'm a playa! Ridin, cuz fake n***as be scary liers Runnin tired Got me strapped up in a zone to open fire You got k**as, we got k**as to play the game of cash Too many softies tryin to copy, but now I'm up in they a** See mama raised me to be a leader, so mutha f**a follow me When the funk go down we ridin' deep Wit a, I got you, an a you get me Fear no man but God, so if it's on, its on Cowards can come an get ya, but I'mma get ya later on I'm all bout me an mine f** the snitches, f** the b**hes Keep an out when we ride Cuz we on a mission for riches n***a feel this, laced up by realas, dealas an k**as That give a f** about ya feelin's, cuz n***a its strictly business n***a what? Back up off me you softie I'm a cold piece of work like a dope fiend when You b**h n***as try to cross me Chorus 2x *(Keek Da Sneak)* The Sickness of a million n***as Envy the enemy The remedy ??? ??? leave ya mind froze An blind fold, an tied up in a truck That says THREE TIMES! fa ya mind ho An they find foes in a Cutla** sweet Destruction of East Verse 2 *(Keek Da Sneak)* K-R-A-Z-Y just f**in' it up everytime It's trip gold an shine (an I...) keeps my nine You gettin robbed n***a I put that on the Mobb n***a So don't be slippin Hatin an seregatin an thought them youngstas wasn't trippin Do G's get to go? When the weapons hit the spot An all you damn impersonators gotta pay Get f**ed wit an A-K b**h you bit it On the verge ??? No longer ready See yous a poodle An when you see them n***as betta up ya sh** An yous a ??? Jew-els an ??? Burbons an Harleys Reported stolen, you b**hes so n***as is ridin' Charlie Lavishly coordinated, this family tree Paraphan*lia 2 Tha M.O.B Got it tatted on my stomach Three Times! When I run it An That's what I'm sizzilin gettin them bucks An ain't no b**h gettin free f** It's A.O.B. for the Nine-say whaaa??!! In the cut Throw out my dezzle Tryin' to get off the hizzle Til the next n***a rizzle What the f** he talkin' bout "pull pistols"? What fizzle? You gotta minute Pulled him over, I shot his a** Two left, so I bounced in Wanna hit the bomb? b**h hold ya breath Chorus 2x Verse 3 *(Bart)* n***a what? We come out the cuts an f** sh** up like straight mobbstas n***as is dyin to die but ready to ride like Face Mobbstas Boy, ya feelin this gangsta paradise? Dealin we shakin the dice an watch you end it wit yo life We sold a gang a buddah Like ??? You juss a cutie, you actin like them groupies So you dyin to tell a hoochie Juss a bootsie n***a I hate n***as thats down to rape n***as wit b**hes You steadily stackin ya chips but bumpin ya gums to all them b**hes n***a I know you love to hate us Boy ya should wake up Before we touch ya f**in face up like mascara make-up We stackin more chips than in casinos Dippin' in Reno Mad cuz we pocketed all them C-Notes n***a crack some cee-low Shoot ya shottie an get forgotten Cuz me an my peoples gon get ya peoples an gets to mobbin Chorus 2x *(Swoop G)* Mobb juss like a muta f**in body blow or sumpthin No hittin n***a wit this, 3 Times sh**! You know, can you handle it? Cuz a mutha f**a might fold up an fumble Ooops! Steppin on n***as, you know Crawlin on n***as, but then we steppin now s**a a**!!