Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Cycle's Sick, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
The Cycle's Sick |
| Yo, ya’ll little girls singin a song hoes sing |
| Ya’ll need lower back tattos, toe rings |
| Eye brows arched, belly pierced the whole thing |
| Who, oh-no, low blows, to the coke king |
| I sold blow some thug things, I’m a slinger |
| I run a drug ring can’t put it on yah finger |
| I wasn’t born a singer, but let the storm just linger |
| I’m the muslim from new york, I’m mortis stringer |
| Off ice, but on ice, the money chill |
| Dummi pay attention, fiends still got the funny pills |
| I’m vest glocked up, yah chest I red dot up |
| You can taste it, test it, strech it I got the best product baby |
| I’m a hustler used skills god done gave me |
| Know them cop cars you can un mark-em baby |
| Bills they mark-em crazy, keep yah gaurd up lazy |
| Had run ins with the atf, marks, and navy |
| Man I might just quit you know the cycles sick? |
| When they go to court to snitch, on michael vick? |
| I’m scared of ya’ll, I’m scared of ya’ll, I’m scared of ya’ll |
| Ay yo! |
| some lean, when I land the lar |
| A 100 grand handed here |
| Crystal pets dogs, cats, panda bears |
| Liqour, came up here reflection off the chandaler |
| But baby while we’re standin here |
| Let’s go another rant a year |
| Said cam thts the ocean and the sand right there? |
| I looked at her and nodded like, you damn right there |
| Mah you drunk too much, yah drink here and here |
| I love the public but I don’t need the fan fare |
| I read the fan mail it help me hustle when I’m tryna make this damn mail |
| Or even pay my man bail |
| I’m jack and jill kept the water in the tan pail |
| Fuck school told my teacher that I can’t fail |
| Cops in the club sippin on champell, can’t tell |
| Wire on tapein on the hand held |
| Before you cross the street you need your hand held |
| Before you get hit, I spit sick, whip dip |
| Man I might just quit you know the cycles sick? |
| When they go to court to snitch, on michael vick? |
| I’m scared of ya’ll, I’m scared of ya’ll, I’m scared of ya’ll |
| Don’t get your rifles, my rivals, don’t want no rivalry |
| Hand on the bible baby boy, I ain’t yah idol b? |
| You don’t idol me? |
| shit why you listenin? |
| No rims o. |
| t I’m ridin on the michelin |
| I’m tryna get them dividends, a 100, 000 kid a spend |
| If the edition is new? |
| Michael Biv and them |
| I might get rid of them the site I might revist in |
| Pets as my neighbors, I’m a lower body citizen |
| Shit, I wish the lord could fin my prison friends |
| To fly to comply, we was on a mission then |
| Vision girls use to call us the kitchen men |
| Cause we was cookin more then them whip it whip it in |
| Let the shit begin, we get it how we ship it in |
| The shipment, that they shippin, sittin, right there on the ship, my friend |
| Baby boy that’s when you coppin coke, alot to rope |
| I’m a city slicker, that can knock a boat |
| Man I might just quit you know the cycles sick? |
| When they go to court to snitch, on michael vick? |
| I’m scared of ya’ll, I’m scared of ya’ll, I’m scared of ya’ll |