so what The demons got a hold of me There ain't no cure for my disease I'm 6-6-SICK I'm bleeding from internally And burning in eternity I'm 6-6-SICK
Preklad: Pitomec. 6-6-chorý.
I need 6 inches more Fuck, my dick's big, bitch Need I remind you that I don't need the fucking swine flu To be a sick pig, you're addicted I'm dope
stop till I get enough Your shit broke down, light your flare Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares 6 million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6
And supposed to flash and have the finer things But can't seem to keep your money, 'cause you're buyin' rings What is you gettin', 7 or 6, new record
love as soon as you fall in it cause shit stinks and it feels like everytime i f-ckin do i get jynxed cupid must've put a curse on me 6 weeks have went
dick shit I need 6 inches more Fuck my dicks big bitch Need I remind you that I dont need the fucking swine flu to be a sick pig Youre addicted Im dope
New Beanie Sigel, Freeway Don't get scurred Fat shout, Beat Street 1, 2, Sigel comin' for you 3, 4, I'm 'bout to kick in your door 5, 6, man, I want
rob for them petty thangs Like a gold chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now it's cocaine If you see me on the dope train I'm the dope man Cigarettes
a gold chain, or a mothafuckin pinky ring, now it's cocaine If you see me on the dope train, I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my right hand, ready to
for them petty thangs Like a gold chain Or a mothafuckin' pinky ring now it's cocaine If you see me on the dope train I'm the dope man Cigarettes in
that bitch sickness 4th verse: i hit it high i got it so go get this with the quickness, im anti biotics for that bitch sickness a few (?) i spot it
I ain't changed nigga, hungry for bread, left me for dead Duckin' dodgin' shakin' the feds What they missed nigga so I'm back searchin' for mine Fresh off the grind Still gutta sick
