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4 minutes of psycho time - sick ppl lyrics

verse 1 [dre north]
homicide, homicide, homicide
black car, white car
then i go jump inna uber
brains gon turn into noodles
caliber met his medulla
put a f*ck boy on google
cold case, cooler
[?]
just [?]
n*ggas frontin, steppin, grape bussin
jamaicans my cousin
one zap, k!ll him for nothing
ha, dump him
fry him, cook him, snuff him
chorus [m.o.e.]
run em down
run em down
all of my n*ggas is shooters
shots fired, man down all you hear is the cruisers
only got glizzies, no rugers
extendies, rulers
extendies, rulers
all of my n*ggas will shoot ya

verse 2 [el plaga]
all of my n*ggas is shooters
all of my n*ggas is shooters
bronem gotta ruler, my [?]
i get to splashin like fiji
water on him, make him leaky
fire up, movie
spin his block on repeat

chorus [m.o.e.]
run em down
run em down
all of my n*ggas is shooters
shots fired, man down all you hear is the cruisers
only got glizzies, no rugers
extendies, rulers
extendies, rulers
all of my n*ggas will shoot ya
verse 3 [top gunna/tg]
know that the glizzy will fill up that p*ssy with sh*lls
red tips, opp b*tch with my d*ck in her mouth, got the addy from one of her bredrins
wa, come correct when you link with the guys
you ain’t gangsta, just look in your eyes
keep those hands on the [?]
them n*ggas be [?] them n*ggas be fruity, go tellin the goonies, don’t play ’round
we might get rowdy and b*tches ain’t round me unless they be throwin that h down
crook ain’t no k!lla, he straight clown
goofy, you’re b*tch from the waist down
n*ggas think they run the place now, thats big cap
big glizz peel his wig back, in my air forces, i did that
blowin smoke til my eyes closed, puffin spirals thats a big batch
every opp on the beat is a mismatch
they talk on the beat, just chit chat
473 this the get back
gunshots

chorus [m.o.e.]
run em down
run em down
all of my n*ggas is shooters
shots fired, man down all you hear is the cruisers
only got glizzies, no rugers
extendies, rulers
extendies, rulers
all of my n*ggas will shoot ya
verse 4 [lil rk]
no janitor but i brought a mop
30 bop on any block
man down, white chalk
(pshht, pshht) we don’t like to talk
you don’t wanna be my target
drip, drip like a faucet
turned nothing into something
get your gun, push from a b*tton

verse 5 [bang5]
demons, doolers, pull up to a place make a movie
the cold case gets cooler, i got the addy, watch your [?]
gg, loosey, you n*ggas mad then shoot me
you ain’t pitched a man but i’m [?]
i copped a “a” with a cooley
blender smoothie, got away smoothly
blender smoothie, got away smoothly

verse 6 [sick ppl]
my opps know i’m a shooter
if you f*ck with the opps, you a target
i’m gon go get mine regardless
ggk we be the hardest
n*ggas they better stay cautious
cause we pull up with 30s, them opps sticks
we slid at your crib where your mom lives
we psychos we bout to be violent
you talk on my name, you’ll get silent
that was years ago, we still ridin
that was years ago we still wildin
we dip and we trip from the sirens (x3)
duppy, duppy it’s duppy gang

- sick ppl lyrics

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