Nas - The Sickness lyrics

[Produced by Madlib] [Hook] Uh, uh, it's the sickness uh, uh, uh, ah, ah, ah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 1: J Dilla] I got the MJ disease cause MCs wanna be me If I spit anything it's gonna be heat Cause Dilla Dawg a one of a kind n***a k**in' em off with the rhymes, motherf**in' son of a 9 n***a If I pull a chain out in the sun it'll blind n***as First thing that come to your mind when you think of hardcore Takin' cuts to the front of the nine I break blunts, fill 'em up, and then fire, and take puffs The city of G's, the gaters, and gutter The switches and D's, the haters and murder My n***as runnin' the streets, they ready to eat And roll heavy, deep in Chevys and Jeeps And most carry so be ready to bleed if you talk sh** Why check these n***a threat'in the Dee, we walkin' Most of my n***as been locked down for something, prolly b**h smackin' n***as not down for nothin' Got a fetish for dough, cheese, bucks Out for the lettuce so blow these nuts [Hook] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 2: Nas] Everybody's not goin', gettin' They mad because they can't accept me They try to hex me, especially those who never rose They want better clothes and nicer lives I don't have an ego, I go harder than average people Plus I got twice the drive Suited and booted, n***as might have heard I was lost You might wanna consider your source I try to play it cool, show people that I can chill So wealthy people take me serious and know I'm real Open a club up in Shanghai I ain't step inside yet Silicon Valley every two months On private jet, I'm venture capital n***a Read it how I invest I'm in the trade so much The Wall Street Journal but I don't flex or front too much It's too early to serve you, I'd rather curve you This ain't just rap, this facts I'm in places, I shock faces cause they don't see black So if you're ever in malaise tell 'em Nas said peace Frontin', I've never been in Maldives, not even Greece yet But I bet out in Greece I get that respect [Outro] Ruff draft, motherf**ers