Lyrics Sicc Sence - Brotha Lynch Hung

Sicc Sence

Somebody told my mom I been takin' all her pills
Runnin' out the room high, tryna get a fix, that’s how I kill
Nigga, I don’t give a fuck when I’m in the truck
After I fuck, see 'em in a month
Put 'em in a pot and I eat 'em up, never get caught
See, I come harder than John Holmes
I’m a cyclone, typhoon in the right mood
If you ever seen a nigga get hit twenty-four times in the back room
Click-clack, boom, I’ma get a nigga hot, though
For the cheese and the nachos, shout out to all my vatos
And my senorita, I singed the meter, I’m never beat up in this
Sometimes niggas think that everybody gonna get famous
Some motherfuckers ain’t, though, some niggas ain’t got it
Some niggas try hard for years and never put out the product
I got a sicc sense
Everybody like, «Damn, nigga, why you stay gone so long?»
I was tryna get money, nigga, didn’t even have a home
Livin' in hotels and drinkin' everything out the fridge, though
Nah, nigga, it was bad, couldn’t even write to my wife, I did, though
Still spend like ten grand a month just to have shelter
I was so sick in the head I had to feel helter skelter
Felt real dead, real broke, real mad, for real, loc
Ready to put on a black coat, run in the house and cut throat
Gun in your mouth, I smell dope, run in the south, I’m lyrical
Well, here it go, pull out the chopper and pop you and knock the steel off
Some motherfuckers ain’t, though, some niggas ain’t got it
Some niggas try hard for years and never put out the product
I got a sicc sense
I got a sicc sense, grr
I got a sicc sense
Nigga, I got a sicc sense
Grr
Jomeezious on the beat
Sicc sense