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  • Текст песни Infinite - Sick



    Verse 1

    We pull mad triggers
    War what we used to, some done buried before
    What we used to, dropping bodies under the floor
    Not what it looked like
    It's what it really be
    And they could tell you in your next life
    You're still parrow
    For whatever dinero
    Blackout dirty barrels get stuck for your dinero
    But who's ta blame
    Me or this dirty game
    My blood forever cold
    Just like my last name
    The world is like this
    My blood froze up my vein
    Stick you for your drug money
    Chip ice off your chain
    Your life just blacked like dirty burns to your left jaw



    Chorus

    We sick yeah yo my crew run wild
    Yeah yo we sick, we on some other shit
    Yeah yo we sick, long pipe between your lips
    We sick, some burn you for your necklace
    We sick, my crew run wild
    We sick, from cradles to caskets
    We sick, long pipe between your lips
    Yo we sick, yo we on some other shit

    Verse 2

    Ah yo we sick
    We wild like 2 nines and 4 clips
    My crew make ghosts
    Ride close with the toaster
    Wanted face on posters
    Guess they tell you we armed like we supposed ta
    Gats in holsta, drink white rum all day
    Straight 'till dinner
    Show up at your party
    Turn your dance into a thriller
    I guess it only takes much to know about my family
    We all about Bibles and kronze
    Money and robberies
    The speaker chosen
    The amount of heat we holdin;
    The amount of grams loadin'
    The amount of man we foldin' no lie
    Sometimes I feel nothing to live for
    I seen my days in a shoot out with 5.O
    Ah yo we sick


    Chorus

    Verse 3

    We were brought up by the older gangstas
    Off the block who ran the turf
    I'm from the murder capitol of my town
    You better research
    You know it got worse so sail on
    Years apon the time it wasn't this bad but the earth crumbled too fast
    Dirty money runnin' da block
    At twin towers airport searching bottles of rum for baby powder
    Can't catch us on bare face moves intoxic
    Catch us on your news mask up like smarter convicts
    Represents the hustlers on streets or in cells
    The truth always flashes in light
    When time tells I'm your LDC time
    Reality will tell it
    On the opposite of the gun smoke and I could smell it
    We sick

    Chorus x 2