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Cory Gunz

Sick Em

 

Sick Em

(álbum: Son Of A Gun - 2011)


[Kid Ink:]
Ok wake up in the mornin
Break a swisher
Turn to a model like Eva Pigford
Hop up out the bed
In the gucci slippers
Tell MTV I'm a made nigga
With all this dirty money need a maid nigga
If you think your a beast my cage bigger
True I see food sick has checked out the ICU
If you look into my eyes red like T2
I'm about to shut it down tell them niggas reboot
Baby I could spend it all it ain't shit to recoupe
In the building throwin money off the roof like juice
Everydays christmas you feel the presents
I get right inside the building like it's september 11th
Raise a glass for the fallen hope they get the message
I'll said sick em I told him get a medic...

[Hook:]
I took a look inside the mirror, mirror on the wall
This is what it saw, I'm the sickest of em all
I'm the sickest of em all, you ain't sick at all
Bout to turn into a beast
Go sick em dog
I'm a get em all
I said I be gettin off
Bout to turn into a beast
Go sick em dog...

[Cory Gunz:]
Young money cash money the real shit
Let's go
Yeah
I'm of all the sickest one
I live this rap shit like this gat shit
In the world you know I was gun by highschool
I was so grown so drawn by the battle
I would get a pass to spit a punch line
Nigga go to lunch before I get to class
Now there's no more of that
Just me how I shouldve done right
And they said Hell no Gunz
What why? What I ain't tight enough to be on Young now
Catch anybody that...
Same side as me that tastes...
Under the same eye
I'm a go hard like I'm playing for the game
I know ya'll niggas want to get in
But you can't try
Cause they got so many rich niggas in this motha fuckin shit
I could talk about this here like I can't die
K I
If they know beat tellem beep up
Bling
They beefing with my upkeep
They could'ntkeep up
To think all that talking they ain't sinking shit
Niggas thinking militia more then they sink a drip
But I don't think of shit
I'm learning at this war
Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door
Cause now the joke is on you niggas try and kick the fire
Cause now it's cash money and they all as sick as I am hahaha

[Hook]

Yeah
I am at all the sickest one
I live this rap shit like this gat shit
In the world you know the gun
By highschool I was so gone so drawn by the battle
I would get a pass
Spit a punch little line
Let a little lunch fly get to class
Now there's no more of that
Just me how I shoulda done right
Ink said Hell no Gunz
What why? What I ain't tatted enough to be on Alumni
Catch the same body
With the same shotty
The same side of me
Tears tatted under the same eye
I go hard like I'm playing for the game
I know ya'll niggas want to get in but you can't try
Cause they got so many rich niggas in this Militia
I could talk about a killer like I can't die
K I
If they know peep till I'm peep up
Bling
But even with my upkeep
They couldn't keep up
To think... all that talking ain't dig a sinken ship
Niggas leaking militia more than a sink ll drip
But I don't think of shit
I'm learning at this war
Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door
Cause now the joke is on you niggas trya kick the fire
Cause now it's cash money and they all as sick as I am...

[Hook]

[Gudda Gudda:]
Money talks nigga so what the fuck you sayin
Put up or shut up if you ain't paying you ain't playing
10 toes down I'm on my feet 7 thou a show 7 shows in a week
I ain't stupid rich but I'm hella comfy
Gettin money 100 thousand in the louie duffy
Together we live divided we die
Young money fly team boy we live in the sky
My daddy said before he died look a man in his eye
Read em like a book you can tell the truth from a lie
Promised my mamma shell be ridin in the coupe before I die
And my flow gon get us everything we wanted no lie
Fuck it I'm iching for the limelight yeh
And they say gudda you should wait until the times right
And I'm like nah nigga I won't it now won't it now I'm not waiting
Cause the flow blazing and I'm hot like satan so...

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