affection's super illustrated And I like to give, don't reciprocate it Unless you could give me someone innovated Well let's cook it up, we don't refrigerate it
Shakur Christopher Wallace, it got me sick and who got the cure? If the PD, went M.I.A., we wouldn't miss ya Y'all some dirty motherfuckers (so) it's
friends concerned it's just a phase, I'm back to make maniac music, GHB and cocaine in my music, Crack stop complaining I'll lose it, jack tripper jack
?Cause help the black was a concept never meant Nigger please, food stamps and free cheese Can't be the cure for a sick disease Just the way the devil had planned it
award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all
sick for your love and you got the cure You know that I want it Am I wrong 'cause I want it? It's your fault that I want it Girl, when it comes to
all I got was 750 My mother threw me out I called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor It's been a week I haven't eaten I
Do you do it?" No..YES!! I can't help it though, I can't stop it "J..what I want you to do is drop it" Drop what? "Your feelings of denial" "I mean your
Love sick but I got the cure So don't you panic, babe You'll be begging me for more After the surgery Tell me when you're sick again In need of healing
it then nigga then zip it De-zip it, make you want to reposition your pivot When we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it And if they wont' hear it
medication you can buy this virus come and try this killa style yall hits like a motherfucking midol we don't need your drugs at all sold it to you fools
, the sick, they just don't understand it It's so outlandish, chewin' nigga nuts to cure my fit The human meat fix, bitin' 'til the skin rips That sick
you even thought about it, weighed out all your options Made your mind up with no doubt about it If not, we oughta talk about it But stick with it, don
what the Dogg say Grifted or walkway, pimping on them all day, can't you tell? I'm liking it, loving it, cubbin' it Gubbin' it, drinks up, blunts lit
hit a pregnant teen, she passed But her baby live through a C-section I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude, it ain't cool But it go down like that
the G, it ain't easy being me, so Break down the dank, roll it up with the quickness Pass me a lighter so I can cure my sickness How many hits does it
take another piece of me now While we all bow down to you You tear me down and then you pick me up You take it all and still it's not enough You try