Verse 1       We pull mad triggers    War what we used to, some done buried before    What we used to, dropping bodies under the floor    Not what it looked like    It's what it really be    And they could tell you in your next life    You're still parrow    For whatever dinero    Blackout dirty barrels get stuck for your dinero    But who's ta blame    Me or this dirty game    My blood forever cold    Just like my last name    The world is like this    My blood froze up my vein    Stick you for your drug money    Chip ice off your chain    Your life just blacked like dirty burns to your left jaw             Chorus       We sick yeah yo my crew run wild    Yeah yo we sick, we on some other shit    Yeah yo we sick, long pipe between your lips    We sick, some burn you for your necklace    We sick, my crew run wild    We sick, from cradles to caskets    We sick, long pipe between your lips    Yo we sick, yo we on some other shit       Verse 2      Ah yo we sick    We wild like 2 nines and 4 clips   My crew make ghosts    Ride close with the toaster    Wanted face on posters   Guess they tell you we armed like we supposed ta    Gats in holsta, drink white rum all day    Straight 'till dinner    Show up at your party   Turn your dance into a thriller    I guess it only takes much to know about my family    We all about Bibles and kronze    Money and robberies   The speaker chosen    The amount of heat we holdin;    The amount of grams loadin'    The amount of man we foldin' no lie    Sometimes I feel nothing to live for    I seen my days in a shoot out with 5.O    Ah yo we sick          Chorus      Verse 3      We were brought up by the older gangstas    Off the block who ran the turf    I'm from the murder capitol of my town    You better research    You know it got worse so sail on    Years apon the time it wasn't this bad but the earth crumbled too fast    Dirty money runnin' da block    At twin towers airport searching bottles of rum for baby powder    Can't catch us on bare face moves intoxic    Catch us on your news mask up like smarter convicts    Represents the hustlers on streets or in cells    The truth always flashes in light    When time tells I'm your LDC time    Reality will tell it    On the opposite of the gun smoke and I could smell it    We sick      Chorus x 2