Sicx - High Off Murder lyrics

Welcome to the mind of a crazed net The n***a that hit you with the siccness smoking a gat like a blunt Hella thoughts cloud my mind til my 9 think on its own all alone But my chrome seem to find a way to that dome Coming off that murder Letting off that trigga sound like liquor Get me high every time I see a drive-by Die, n***a, die! Gets me loaded when that body drops Shot em up and let em rot and once one start one never stops BOOM! Right beside an accidental homicides Ya mommas cry cause ya died from a suicide And on TV a schizo in the shopping mall Load up the gauge and on the page ya say ya k**ed em all Ya know the feeling when ya first let ya gat loose And smoked em up it gave me that much more juice Look at ya victim dead too Going up in that head, fool Shoulda known to shoot first Rule #2: Never let a n***a walk up Rule #3: Always keep that milla loaded up Cause ya never know and rule muthaf**in 4: Never go toe-to-toe cause rule #1: Muthaf**as always pack a gun So, keep shooting like a n***afied Al Cappone And if he run up, make sure that his brain's gone Cause every bullet got a name For every single victim tryna come up in this game So introduce yourself to my 9 millameta 9 yo Anti-gospel Coming from that muthaf**in macho Block and if ya hear a shot ring out Run for cover Because his brother Is comin high off of MURDER ------- Now come that n***a With a pistol trigga to let go Kiss em like a missletoe Load em up and let em know my 44 done woke up Now time for the k**a to loc up like sunshine And meetin up with the angel that came up with that Manson mind So from that wickedness the siccness came Semi-Cartione Guess he all on whose got the siccest brain Theyre quite the same in this daily game of deuce-four Loadin up from that mob, what the f** you let me loose for? High off of murda like a fat sack of green bud Playin off a dead corpse full of 44 slugs So when ya feel my rope tighten up Lighten up unless ya want a 44 magnum Hidin up that a** That n***a from the city of Sac I'm comin back like the Yeti and I'm dressed in pitch black Me shootin em up me shootin em up punk (?????????) n***as be knew comin up to close Now be loadin em up for my own folks Don't doze yo I'm comin around the corner to bust a hot one in that a**hole So fool catch this quick Another clip off 44 rounds'll put a n***a down quick That makes the brain tick Guess I'll slap another clip Loc up on a n***a POP Ya the fool S heart stopped And if ya hear a shot ring out Run for cover Because his brother Is comin high off of MURDER ------------- It's that n***a That one that's from Bellini Block co*k up on them n***as Ya got a**isted to get that a** shot When I'm on that Glock Ain't no need for me to flake the funk How many's in my clip that many bodies going in my trunk, n***a Ya been f**in with the wrong fool all along I'm from the Creek and I'mma mob on each and every son So if ya claiming throw ya set and let's get em up And like a dummy he try to rush me and I just lit him up Boom Ya n***as always sleeping on a small one But now you're leaking while I'm drinking on a tall one Looking for whoever funk with the flow The one they call the devil's at ya muthaf**in door Knockity-knock n***a can ya come outside and play? And before the streetlights go on you'll be dead up in that alleyway It's like every day'll be a fantasy full of bodies full of bullet holes Smoking that a** like some new vogues So hit reverse light em up and take a long pull Look up in that mirror cause that murda got me all fooled Like E & J that erk and jerk gotta work and coke and zip gotta put much love up in that work ya heart up in ya own sh** Ya hear that 'click' best be knowin where it's coming from That M-O to the Double B EBK all up on that gun Upon it once upon a time a chronic dime bag Zig-zag be that hollow point Glowing like a joint Be the one that sends ya khakis through my set My happy to that back full my gat like in 20 ec n***a where you at? Lookin up and twisted dank What ya think? Lookin for my muthaf**in shank HIGH OFF OF MURDA