I'm sick and tired, of bein' sick and tired..
We ill nuff said
We ill, nuff said
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Story behind the song
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Lyrics
I'm just sick and tired, of bein' sick and tired..
Don't wanna worry no mo'..how my life is gettin' by..
And I'm just plain fed up, dawg I'll wet ya shirt up..
Or let'cha slut pass, I might just lift her skirt up..
This notion of happy endings, I'm broke, and I'm scroungin' pennies..
My problems is never endin', the drama? when it be finished..
I'm sittin', just thinkin'; wishin'..my life was a better mission..
I'm goin' off the deep end tryin' to see that vision..
We run like regiments, oh yeah, to the field..
Another war to fight right here, Iraq is in the streets dawg..
Fuck wit'a man too much, and he gon' knock yo' meat off..
Now everybody tryna be boss, this ain't gonna work fam..
Somebody gotta take a loss, you might hear that BAM BAM..
Thank you ma'am, fuck you sir..my education was substandard..
So I gotta tote this sack, flip these bags..but I'm no thug..
Call me what you wanna mane, I sweep ya ass under the rug..
Poppin' shit? Got some lip? Dawg I handle that real quick..
Slap ya bitch, ram ya clique..them niggas was not shit..
I stand taller than y'all..on ten toes and allat..
A 45 together makes 9, now whatcha call that..
I'm rollin' with these VL niggas, we not fools; we we bang hard..
Sayin' what you don't know, we gon' pull yo' ho card..
I'a run up on yo' boulevard, shut it down like it's mine cousin..
And yo' ears they be ringin' mane, from all'a these slugs bustin'..
You ain't gotta pack a glock, I got enough for me and you..
I loap this clip, I merk you son; no oxygen will get to you..
Leave ya wit' a split lung, the doctors done all they could..
Now it's floatin' 'round the hood, I laid you down, retaliation..
Yeah yo' boys is maskin' up, plottin' my assassination..
They better be swift and patient, 'noid like a mental patient..
Thinkin' they can take me yo, until I let that Mac rang..
Spittin' shells straight from hell, buried wit'out half yo' brain..
