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The Initial High (Sick James) Lyrics

Twisted Insane – The Initial High (Sick James) Lyrics

[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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