| Brainsick
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| Yeah dat, yeah now you
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| Brain
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| Brain
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| Shiet
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| Yeah, gather around
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| Come one, come motherfuckin' all nigga
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| It’s like it’s, it’s like it’s
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| It’s like a spider in the night
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| That’ll hit yo ass off with just one bite
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| And you don’t really wanna get affiliated with a nigga
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| That’ll run up on motherfuckers and bust on site
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| Brainsick
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| Run up on ya semi-automatic MAC-11 when I put one to your dome
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| Niggas steady runnin' from the hollow tip BOM
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| Body brick breaker like a fat Jim Jones
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| Get up out 'cha seat for the brainsick song
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| Black on my face for every mission
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| Bustin' on niggas when I’m in the zone
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| Why you think half of these people is missin'
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| Why you think half of these niggas is dissin'
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| Cause I put their bodies in graves
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| Then why you think half of these people is pissin'
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| Brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain
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| Murder when I cut 'em when I hit 'em with the millimeter
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| Then when I’ma coming for the dough
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| Ain’t no stoppin' this when a nigga collab on this
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| Cause I drop this on a motherfucker thinkin' that I come and then blow
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| And niggers really don’t wanna battle me
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| Cause I’m better at what they’re doin'
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| I be different when I eat a motherfucker brain
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| Hysteria with fist of fury never never hurry
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| I’ma bury it and bind a fucker six foots grey
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| Can I keep on comin', can I keep on goin'
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| 'Til the sign of come up, run up and get done
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| Take it to my til I hit 'em faster
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| What I really wanted was to smoke a blunt up in this month
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| But I’m drinkin' it up quick with a pint this month
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| Then I really gotta top it and get the nigga wanna nut
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| And I really want nigga to be in public 'fore I gotta cut her
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| (Huff and puff and huff and puff)
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| Get the bottle poppin' off the homie and the bloody rock
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| Maybe you could take another bullet in the room
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| Hit it with the venom when I’m livin' off of venom
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| And the niggas in the building before I carry for they doom
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| It’s a spider in the night, fill the body with the sick 9 mm, motherfuckers
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| better
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| Bang, bang
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| Poppin' off another one and cut 'em with the venom when I be on that
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| Brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain
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| They want it
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| Got some motherfucker lookin' at me like a nigga really wanna get up and sit up
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| Put bullets in motherfuckers that wanna run up on (Felicia)
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| Put bullets in motherfuckers that’s (severed) up on me
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| Get the bitch grippin' and poppin' up on me
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| Hit a biddy bitch for until for me to come in, ay
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| Nigga better check out that’s for Michael like you want a thing
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| And I don’t really give a, you don’t really give a
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| Who don’t really give a fuck about a nigga that’s comin' to body-poppidy
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| Poppin' every nigga that won’t ever never bother me
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| On top of the motherfuckers that be after the brain
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| Cause I be sinnin' with the 50, with the Hen
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| Feed it to my stomach, start messin' with the gin
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| Lurk around the corner where the niggas really wanna hit the Bloody Mary
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| Hold on, 'fore the gon' see it
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| Wait, hold up nigga, hold up
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| Ay, what are you doin'
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| Ay, that nigga smokin' all the motherfuckin' weed
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| Ay, fuck that shit nigga
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| I’m in this motherfucker doin' a verse man damn nigga
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| But you can’t just smoke a pot of weed like that homie
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| Ay, pass that shit nigga
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| Yeah
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| It’s motherfucker trip
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| Yeah
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| Okay |