Mac Mall - Sic Wit Tis lyrics

[Verse 1] Turn up the beat and let me come wit' some game, mane Talkin' about these hoes who be tryna claim to fame, mane But it's a waste of time, because Mac Mall ain't no celebrity I'm just a playa wit' some G-A-M-E But that ain't it, ‘cause I'm servin' the dick To the hoes who got the tape and straight lovin' the sh** That pimp sh** that slams, n***as runnin' scams And how to make a faithful b**h cheat on her man Plus that doja dank and the candy paint And the way-cool bottle of E&J that I drank And when I'm on that sh**, you can't level with me I'm havin' church hoes think I got the devil in me It ain't over, fool, it gets doper When I'm freakin' yo' hoe up on a sofa Legs all open like a TV antenna ‘Cause a n***a get wild when I'm goin' up in her What's really goin' on when ya leave home? My late nights hella hype every time ya gone You better lock yo' b**h up and got to sleep wit' ya gat ‘Cause if she page me, then man I'm at that (through the window) And all I need is just one beat And I'mma pick ya b**h up when ya sleep ‘Cause I'm sic wit' this Sic wit this, sic wit this, I'm sic wit this You know how that go, f** the next n***a hoe, ha ha, it's all good though [Verse 2] I see a gang a muthaf**as lettin' they hoes wear the drawls and sh** Punk a** n***as tryna hog a b**h Them fools roll around takin' they hoes on dates s**as like that love to playa hate When I see they hoe and say ‘What's up?' Spit a little game and now I'm wreckin' the guts I got the b**h at the telly and she got way wild Had the trick on Erk-n-Jerk and she got way foul Startin' talkin' that bein' my lady sh** Sayin' we can hook up on a relationship I said ‘Relationships? Now them is way too expensive, though f** bein' sprung, I just wanna break ya, hoe' You found out and you damn near sh**ted Can't believe your main b**h did it But you should know, that that's the wrong hoe For you to act hella funny, man, and fall for And when she hear this tape, she gon' hate this Probably even wish I never made this But the sh** I spit is real so I had to I'm tired of seein' weak n***as who talked bad to By a period-havin', stank p**y, yeast infection, no-money tramp b**h ‘Always wanna know where I'm at' b**h And what I'm sayin', you should stop bein' like a s**a And leave her stranded at the telly and say ‘f** her' And then bump you the next b**h You should be about your money, potna And be sic wit this Ha ha, you know what I'm sayin'? So sic, so sic, so sic, so sic Sic wit this You know these n***as be trippin', man, playa hatin' themselves wit' one b**h. A b**h ain't sh**, you need to get some money in your pocket, you know what I'm sayin'? Sheeit, f** that b**h, mane She just a little ol' hoe, you know what I'm sayin'? Be real about yours, it's '93 You know what I'm sayin'? But check this sh** out for these n***as [Verse 3] Sic wit this, that's how these fools be tryna be actin' Poppin' at the mouth, hate to see me mackin' Ain't no trippin' in my pimpin', so it's funny how they love to hate The pimpin' a** youngsta comin' up in The Bay, muthaf**a So back up off the dick of a youngsta Tryna say I ain't on hit, you can miss me with that sh** Because I'm known to spit the game that have these hoes ‘noid ‘Cause nann b**h wit' a p**y should be unemployed But when we first meet, I give ya full respect I'd be the sweetest muthaf**a that ya ever met But don't think I'mma stop doin' scandalous sh** I'm takin' mail, food stamps, check, even WIC, b**h And on the microphone I'm way too vicious So n***as watch ya hoes ‘Cause I'm sic wit this That's right, that's right. Man, these hoes is hella sick But now, these muthaf**as — hoes ain't sh** but these n***as decide to trip, you know what I'm sayin'? Takin' that sh** too far It's '93, you supposed to break a hoe and bust a hoe, you know what I'm sayin'? But uh — and about these b**hes, though, wanna get a n***a wit' paper. But, uh, nah, you better get another caper, ‘cause we out here tryna do this sh** The SES Faculty ain't goin' for that sh** You could be a SES hoe and get the Crest, though, you know what I'm sayin'? b**h Sic wit this, so sic wit this, this young Crest playa is sic wit this Many hoes, many hoes, all sic wit this Wanna get with this young playa ‘cause I'm sic wit this So sic wit this, sic wit this Sic wit this, so sic wit this Loc'ed out, yeah, ha ha, MVP, yeah Sawyer Street, b**h Get rich, get rich