Bitch Sickness

(album: The Calm Before The Storm - 1999)

[Chorus:]
I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [x2]

[Verse 1:]
This is the beginning
I only been it for winning
Through every inning
Till the ending chase g's these pretty women
Are just here to make my ride a full course with all the trimmings
Women in my water tank and drinkin henn and lemon
Its realistic you got ur twisted lifted off the feat I keep 6 clips with my heat like I'm enlisted, nigga this is far from the army navy or marines, we forming the gravy newly recruit criminal team,
To make the green, fuck you fakers my eyes dreamy, for that
2000 years we doors like lamborghinnis or carrera porche, still enforced ones with flava, bitch save the royal playas don't hate an innervator...

[Verse 2:]
U gotta disease nigga, so please ease away from me's nigga, my feas ease be's about that cheese nigga, your PH balanced for a man but made for the woman lets understand this, niggas backwards ish hop when do the shit stop nigga like a land lets live and learn, about to playa hate when a nigga get his Gs, flippin hella keys, fuckin bitches money got the riches when the other mitches working miccy d's, I done seen niggas straight hate me, mean mug me, wanna slug me, currency thickness due to the bitch sickness, this tecca nina, niggas hate me thinking that they're grass is greena, they the tortoise and I'm the huffin hyeena, never dealin witta bitch, nigga this one goes to the bitch ones hoes this one flows like a quick gun blows when the bitch shit unfolds

[Chorus:]
I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [x2]

[Verse 3:]
When the bullets fly squat knee high, like magnum P.I. lace my chucks up vest up this life is messed up they the fake on a playa hata, low like snake beat a snitch to beat the cakes its straight laugh at your wake, ur outta shape to take the H you been losing the race couldn't keep the pace butta hates just seeling ur fate, talkin wut you at wut you gone do, like you the man, bumpin two bazooka tools in a dented trans am you living dreams, like a crack fiend who say he clean, when we riding beams you steam we drunk off lean, life for riches, gold diggas havin finesse, put a slug to ur chest with that bitch sickness

[Verse 4:]
I hit it high I got it so go get this with the quickness, I'm anti biotics for that bitch sickness a few [?] I spot it the scope made them open they mouth to see if mah [?] dick fit bitch nip this shit in the butt split or split twist above flick the bic light let my lips hit the but ain't no trying.... the bud brains on drugs, investigate a over resperator rain unplugged, since I'm ballin rhyme they all in mine for this one love, you ain't knowing this R&G prodegy is building flowin dope selling to the paper touch the ceiling...

[Chorus:]
I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [x2]

[Verse 5:]
A menace in this business for this village stack of papers, ghetto chemist get us biggest spittas for this pack of haters, we roll with fat ?teenay pom? for those who hate we stay bomb we come back poppin like bigwom fayzon, playa hate on, this midwest side nigga we road dogs on the ride killa with the nutthouze so aint no need for us to hide scrilla, this 9 milla wrecks like the princess leavin hata rappers defensless, like forest they keep running, tech n9ne, gunning, watch your back for the bitches with the sickness, come and get this pistol grip, hit a nigga with the milli gets, on the level with a nigga with the silliest, mind state, unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick...

[Verse 6:]
These niggas copy cat practicing, yo shit is has been, you get choked blade horse roped, open ur throat with a razor blade no prints, die in slow shit change the livin looking hopeless, you turn to codice, just cuz I got the nuts to roll natural, you wanna be phat where the boss at my gucci linkin learn to floss that, its best that, you get ur own dude, and where ur own shoe, do wut boss do, I catch u, its gonna cost u, this small world, get ur own shit, I'm trying to fit raymond tech n9nes spit for money grip, we makin hits, trip this I'm from the city where guns aint shit, hundreds think back ur hated fast but now I done it done it...

[Chorus:]
I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [Repeat]