Liquor Sicc Lyrics

Liquor Sicc lyrics

Look up in the sky it's a motherfuckin slug
Some nigga done let one off and
only my cousins sheddin' blood
That loccest muthafucka from 29 st. throwin
up his flag
some nigga got madd and went to the crib with a .45
mag
returned to the set-up and let my cousin have it
that nigga that died
for the garden blocc
gang did time for the garden blocc
and ended up stuck
in a muthafuckin casket but i dont be givin a fuck
im tappin up in your
program before you know it
I'm creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black
drop-top broham
with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of
funk
and a fat purple kush blunt so call it what you want
I call it the
fever of da funkhouse
Dumpin gauge shells in that ass leavin you face
down
chest down with a gang of guts hangin out yo ass nigga
you know tha
process they wanna kill me
now I'm a dead man walkin to my funeral can you
feel me
now and if die before your set gets blasted
that's on the garden
cause I'm gonna rise up out my casket

Chorus: repeat x2

I'm
liquor sicc and I just might lose control
so load your clips loccs cause we
ridin for our foes


And im out in ' 65 hardtop impala lookin for that
187
there we go and right behind em bustin wit my mac 11
straight bumpa to
bumpa 12 gage pumpin was that little X loccsta
givin up his set and dumpin on
niggas just like hes supposed ta
nigga this is real deal shit its not about
crip or blood
it's about pay back that family loves
so nigga now fuck yo
whole click
like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me fo my fuckin tapes
them
baby rapes so nigga get out my fuckin face
If I was really bangin niggaz
would know
cause I'd have they whole set lookin like L.A. when da earthquake
hit
nigga fuckin wit my tech I'm from da garden blocc
No matter what
nobody say I'm makin my money
and not lettin that bangin shit get in my
way
Niggaz get mad they wanna see the lynch rippin
I'm wearing blue yeah
but motherfucker I ain't even trippin
but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc,and Sicx
my cousin eclipse
and 2 of my kidz nigga catch these
clips

Chorus

[Hung]
There aint no fuckin way my
cousin's
gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
there aint no fuckin
way that motherfucker died for that blocc
so lets heat them motherfuckin
glocks (2x)