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Sara Evans F/ The Warren Brothers - Текст песни The Sickness
*(Swoop G)*
 Right back at cha!
 Uh, 3 Times!
 Let these fools know they fuckin wit... MOBB LIFE!
 You know, B.A., Mr. Kamakazie
 Keek Da Sneak, Sneaky One
 Ager Man, my boy
 3 Times.
Verse 1 *(Ager Man)*
 First off all
 I got no time for these bitches thats smilin all in my face
 these niggas like bitches be fake, 
 from head to toe laced up wit hate, nigga 
 I'm a playa!
 Ridin, cuz fake niggas be scary liers
 runnin tired
 got me strapped up in a zone to open fire
 you got killas, we got killas to play the game of cash
 too many softies tryin to copy, but now I'm up in they ass
 see mama raised me to be a leader, so mutha fucka follow me
 when the funk go down we ridin' deep, 
 wit a, I got you, an a you get me
 fear no man but God, so if it's on, its on
 cowards can come an get ya, but I'ma get ya later on
 I'm all bout me an mine
 fuck the snitches, fuck the bitches
 keep an out when we ride
 cuz we on a mission for riches
 nigga feel this, laced up by realas, dealas an killas
 that give a fuck about ya feelin's, cuz nigga its strictly business
 Nigga what? Back up off me you softie 
 I'm a cold piece of work like a dope fiend when 
 you bitch niggas try to cross me
Chorus 2x *(Keek Da Sneak)*
 The Sickness of a million niggas
 envy the enemy
 the remedy ??? ??? leave ya mind froze
 an blind fold, an tied up in a truck 
 that says THREE TIMES! fa ya mind hoe
 an they find foes in a Cutlass sweet.
 Destruction of East.
Verse 2 *(Keek Da Sneak)*
 K-R-A-Z-Y just fuckin' it up everytime
 it's trip gold an shine
 (an I...) keeps my nine
 you gettin robbed nigga
 I put that on the Mobb nigga
 so don't be slippin
 hatin an seregatin an thought them youngstas wasn't trippin
 Do G's get to go?
 When the weapons hit the spot
 an all you damn impersonators gotta pay
 get fucked wit an A-K
 bitch you bit it
 on the verge ???
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 see yous a poodle
 an when you see them niggas betta up ya shit
 an yous a ???
 jew-els an ???
 Burbons an Harleys
 reported stolen, you bitches so niggas is ridin' Charlie
 lavishly coordinated, this family tree
 Paraphanalia 2 Tha M.O.B.
 got it tatted on my stomach
 Three Times! When I run it
 An
 that's what I'm sizzilin gettin them bucks
 an aint no bitch gettin free fuck
 it's A.O.B. for the Nine-say whaaa??!!
 In the cut
 throw out my dezzle
 tryin' to get off the hizzle
 til the next nigga rizzle
 what the fuck he talkin' bout "pull pistols"?
 What fizzle?
 You gotta minute
 pulled him over, I shot his ass
 two left, so I bounced in
 wanna hit the bomb? Bitch hold ya breath.
Chorus 2x
Verse 3 *(Bart)*
 Nigga what?
 We come out the cuts an fuck shit up like straight mobbstas
 niggas is dyin to die but ready to ride like Face Mobbstas
 boy, ya feelin this gangsta paradise?
 Dealin we shakin the dice an watch you end it wit yo life
 we sold a gang a buddah
 like ???
 you juss a cutie, you actin like them groupies
 so you dyin to tell a hoochie
 juss a bootsie nigga
 I hate niggas thats down to rape niggas wit bitches
 you steadily stackin ya chips but bumpin ya gums to all them bitches
 nigga I know you love to hate us
 boy ya should wake up
 before we touch ya fuckin face up like mascara make-up
 we stackin more chips than in casinos
 dippin' in Reno
 mad cuz we pocketed all them C-Notes
 nigga crack some cee-low
 shoot ya shottie an get forgotten
 cuz me an my peoples gon get ya peoples an gets to mobbin.
Chorus 2x
*(Swoop G)*
 Mobb juss like a muta fuckin body blow or sumpthin
 no hittin nigga wit this, 3 Times shit!
 You know, can you handle it?
 Cuz a mutha fucka might fold up an fumble
 Ooops!
 Steppin on niggas, you know
 crawlin on niggas, but then we steppin now
 Sucka ass!!













