nothing I can do I'm sick in love with you You really make me sick Feel like I'm gonna puke You really make me sick I'm sick over you I'm sick in love
hell do I know? I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a nice flow And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow Can we get
corners, that's usual politics Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip We two different niggas, I'm servin', he sniffing his And I love that new
curl, This is my Game you Gonna need a refferal, I know more about tree than squirrel, Me no talk much but the heat so verbal, Brand New Marc Jacobs Peacoat
bad reception maced your interference souped your upperbody section I travel like a 2 2 bullet throughout your body repped to the fullest Queensbridge representin representin the hollow
heard him laugh Talkin' trash 'bout whoop my ass I never let a nigga do that who that get his brains blew back With a new gat yellin' chew that hollow
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all 'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n My new name
my hand So far, quick draw, quit while you can Quicksand suffocates and draws out the breathing Hallucinations follow And then, loss of feeling [Chorus: Sick
at? Wu, 'til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be Ain't nuttin' nice in New
s for bud in The breeze, ain't spittin' cheese What a freak wanna trip off, sip off the lame with the Game, get sick of the man who point the blame Still
south side O and sparks Back on the west we the leaders of the new school Heated cause my jewls cool get my jewls cool Every weekend its a new crew bout
is wild As the clouded smoke, fill up the air Buck wid the red eye stare Should I stare, hell motherfuckin' yeah almost got blinded by a glare Hollow
before the night is done I disappear Tell my new one I'm leavin outta' the side Meet me there Yeh Weed and bottles everywhere Metal fulla' hollows I
game kid World premier, metal gear, fanfare, stand clear all jokes aside This is our year still here for real y'all, bare witness this is business New York City's sickness
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of
game for these hoes who plays the game like we supposed [Jay] Sigel Sigel in the house [Beanie Sigel] Uh-huh, sick bastard Even mo' sicker ya brain
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cotton field for dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of
