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Correct The Initial High (Sick James) Lyrics
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Correct The Initial High (Sick James)
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[Verse] Ain't nobody I will ever run from Niggas talking 'bout they will, but they will not Everybody knowin' where the fuck I come from Aiming for your chest and your lung for the kill shot Niggas talking war like they want beef You ain't gotta come a-lookin if you want me Blood I find you, think you [?] I remind you Ain't no kind of [?] up in my blood and that's on Bs Niggas talkin' Brainsick over But there really ain't no other Niggas in my lane, they wonder [?] we can bang I bring the pain and Sick James is bad than a motherfucker Five deep at your front do' (Nigga) Ain't nowhere for you to go, we got the back lot I be waitin' for you niggas with the fat chrome Plus I got a lawyer who be doin' shit like Matlock (Aah) People sayin' Insane fell off (Nigga wack) Man, they really don't mean shit (That's a fact) People cannot wait, get the hell off (Shoo) But I kept my brain on sick (Cha) Came up in the game with venom Niggas went and stole my spit (Ah, shit) To the cemetary, icin' 'em The Brain will never fall, I'm a boss standin' tall, little bitch People took my kindness for some weakness Speak your peace so we can meet and I'mma pull off undefeated Ain't no peace, a fuckin' heater When I come, you be retreatin' Why don't you step up out the whip Put down your shit and get to beatin' (Nigga) I be in the front of my Leonidas Go against a fuckin' army with 3 hun' Ain't nowhere for you to even run [Late?] up in the alley Lookin' down the barrel of a pump, it can be done Bodybag, auto mag, really on my shit Don't get your man shot, nigga, wolfin' out your lip Walk in your house three deep, pistol on my hip Dump from behind the mask, blast with my brain on sick Put him in the back and put the chamber in his mouth He never told me 'cause of [?] Niggas say they bangin' but they hangin' with some weirdos Man, I hope you brought your [?] switcher Never saw me comin', put to runnin' I be dumpin' at your noodle when the cyclone hit you There really nothin' to it, [But I Do It?] Bring your beef and I'mma chew it, you gon' die slow Lil' motherfucker
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