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sick - twisted insane lyrics

[verse 1 * twisted insane]
now homie i’m so brainsick
one hundred tend to leave a n*gga leakin’
left in the fetal position when like i have a [?]
what if they motivated by the [beakmen?]
bad b*tches and reefers [?] with the ak
how many motherf*ckers gon’ die this weekend
b*tches all erased by the home invasions
n*ggas a comin’ to dope weed ’casions
without the horses in 3d, self mutilation
manipulation, takin’ a [half around the soap] with knowledge
makin’ my mama [?] didn’t go to college
i’m laced and polished
an’ brainsicker than a mothaf*cker
full nods to the doja in my dome and full a roll another
cronic, wicked, yackin’, b*tches
n*ggas be walkin’ all over the 150, anybody wanna witness?
i was raised up off this sickness
hit up all up off this ruger, there ain’t no bullsh*t
these little n*ggas shoot big n*ggas in they rupers
would just be super duper
lettin’ the bullets fly on the daily
come from the motherf*ckin’ ruger
when all of the animals sicker than rabies
[chorus]
walk (walk) skip (skip)
bloods (bloods) crips (crips)
walk (walk) skip (skip)
bloods (bloods) crips (crips)
walk (walk) skip (skip)
bloods (bloods) crips (crips)
yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup

[verse 2 * key loom]
a young prodigy
these westcoast gang feuds
gang related tattoos
young n*gga don’ paid dues, make moves
when n*ggas gon’ split yo face
like my n*gga twisted insane, i shoot for the face
they said if blue and red make green
so you know that i’m wid it
with this sh*t, so you know i’ma get it
and i stay fitted in some gansta sh*t (gansta sh*t)
yeah, i f*ck with a couple bloods, but n*gga this crips
and we ain’t crippin’ off no dumb sh*t
if you n*ggas really want it
i’m so quick to let this drum kick
sick sh*t, and we was raised in it
till the death, i put my k’s in it
[bridge * twisted insane]
real sh*t, homie
riddin’ with no runnin’
i’d rather get stomped out by twenty of you n*ggas
then to walk to go out to any one of you mothaf*ckas, n*gga
my real ja*moves, keep waitin’ what i’m talkin’ ’bout n*gga (key loom)

[chorus]
walk (walk) skip (skip)
bloods (bloods) crips (crips)
walk (walk) skip (skip)
bloods (bloods) crips (crips)
walk (walk) skip (skip)
bloods (bloods) crips (crips)
yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup

[outro * twisted insane]
yeah, and that’s that west coast rider sh*t, n*gga
ya know what i mean
that’s that sh*t we came up off of out here on the west coast, n*gga
that slump, n*gga, you know what i mean
tha* that womp, womp, womp womp womp womp womp
womp*womp*womp, womp womp, womp
that slash
womp, womp, womp womp womp womp womp
womp*womp*womp, womp womp

- twisted insane lyrics

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