Verse 1: Check it, I’m here to regulate! Set the record straight, like a bomb ready to detonate! I separate the heavy from the featherweight rhyme deadly but I educate Making a ignoramus mind climb to a clever state. There’s no time to hesitate I aint trying to everweight, When God comes to get you, He gets you homie he aint never late! you spirit will levitate For your wake they gon set a date I can try to shock you but its too late to resuscitate I’m afflicted, I click with the crime addicted, Convicted for trying to stick shit Now they freedom is non-existent You’re been lying in your raps too much, Your story is saltier than cashew nuts You can’t name one nigga ass you bust Yet, you rap about killing? Who the fuck asked you up punk? What you are is a author that’s softer than new baby shit!
Chorus: You make me sick! Rapping like you’re dogging, You’re bugging, you wasn’t busting or cutting nothing you frontin You make me sick! Acting like you’ve been here there and done it Always kicking some drama shit cause you don’t want it You make me sick! Please violate my click Give us a reason to come tie up your bitch You make me sick! You’re pinker than the person that was singing the original verses to this shit You make me sick!
Verse 2: http://www.elyricsworld.com/you_make_me_sick_lyrics_saigon.html Fists up! Fists up! Fists up! We ain’t thirsty enough to drink from a pimp cup! Y’all niggas rapping bout ya poor pimps and stuff you scared of a little scuffle little fisticuffs? y’all be killing me with your gun busting ability, Ain’t no hand guns up in the fucking facilities. That’s why you were going if your burner really be blowing I seen how hard district attourneys be going trying to lock a Nigga for life, They gave poo bear two years, and he only got knocked with a knife. so keep it real mother fucker, you ain’t shooting that gun You’re punk ass is probably even scared to shoot a fair one I’ve got some stories for your ass, but I don’t care to share none I just wish I had a couple more years to hear Gun! He died young, he was living this shit that you spit.
Chorus: You make me sick! Rapping like you’re dogging, You’re bugging, you wasn’t busting or cutting nothing you frontin You make me sick! Acting like you’ve been here there and done it Always kicking some drama shit cause you don’t want it You make me sick! Please violate my click Give us a reason to come tie up your bitch You make me sick! You’re pinker than the person that was singing the original verses to this shit You make me sick!
Verse 3: Is it the devious nut slash heathen In us that clashes with the Jesus in us That makes the savages for greed and lust Is there a war between police and us Is killing innocent people just procedure huh Unfortunately enough The media ….. how they deceiving us With guns drugs diseases and stuff Leaving us to bleed in the …. Gut Is this what hip hop is teaching us
Yo you think they’re gonna understand you, man? I don’t know man! Maybe I should sing this shit! Put some melody in it We gotta get back to rapping. Get back to what this hip-hop thing is all about, man! Raising the kids, man! Each one, teach one, right? One hand washes the other Both hands wash the face! Saigon the yardfather I’m back! Be afraid! Be very, very, very, very, very, very, very afraid!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
