Sick Wid It II - E-40 feat Turf Talk

[Turf Talk + (E-40)]
Damn n_gga, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink n_gga?
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it boy? What's goin on family?)
There's a lot of sh_t that need to be said big cousin
(Talk to me, I'll talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be f_cked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherf_cker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It n_gga (now) been runnin this sh_t

Look out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel
I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie
Since I signed with BME every promoter
and every agency in the industry been tryin to book me
Mackin-ass 40, what that do?
Sometimes me, always you
Man you a real-ass n_gga, man you a boss
If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut mine off
A cult following, hustlers they love me
Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I ain't lyin
N_gga don't help me, my n_gga help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar stacks
Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred racks
The main drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we open like IHOP

[Turf Talk]
Yea mayne! These motherf_ckers know!
N_gga this is big 40-Water motherf_cker!
The ambassador of the Bay n_gga!
N_gga we stay eatin over here motherf_cker!
You n_ggaz need to step your motherf_ckin weight up n_gga
Sick Wid It, BME motherf_cker

Look out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that work
F_ck e'rybody else, I got myself on my shirt
Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates
I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes
Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet
Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it
Pay attention and learn, while I teach you how to grit and grind
Fifteen five? All the time (cool)
These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, lose contact get out of touch
With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts
Look out, watch out, here come the jumpout
Hide your dope in your anus, and put the weed out
'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them tazer guns

[Turf Talk]
You n_ggaz'll get your motherf_ckin head knocked off f_ckin with us boy
N_gga we been doin this sh_t n_gga
N_ggaz need to bow the f_ck down and pay homage n_gga
N_ggaz been stealin our sh_t for years 40!
N_ggaz brave to talk around these motherf_ckers, WATER!

The whole enchilada, the whole taco
Motherf_cker I'm a capo!
Play with hundred round drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy n_gga, watch every penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the world and fit right in
A young n_gga, with an old soul
A busy n_gga, put the President on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 inch toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke stogs
You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them 'bows
Left and right arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler
Just left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller
I smoke big, growin weed in my garage
Police roll up, I got a cannabis card

[Turf Talk]
Wait wait wait! Money.. power and respect motherf_cker
40 told you n_ggaz mayne! We hongry n_gga!
We eat soup with a fork around this b_tch mayne!
Knahmean? Step your motherf_ckin weight up n_gga
You n_ggaz pockets is touchin motherf_cker
You starvin! [laughter]

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