That Siccness

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
From the depths of Hell
Comes the muthafuckin bitch killa
The diary of a madman
In case you didn't know you fuccin wit a psycho

[Verse 1: X-Raided]
A crazy nigga'll write some "Psycho Active" nigga shit
Killin bitches and niggas that actually think that they can get with this
Figurin they kiss a dick step but never come close
To the nigga that's known for poppin the muthafuckin mos
Voices in the head is the reason that I'm killin
I'm lovin the way my .9 split your ass up like a prism
I'm crazy as fuck you shoulda known I'm hella loco
If you fuck with me I guarantee I'm gonna smoke yo ass
Cause I blast with my 9 millimeter
If I can't beat ya
The gat will defeat ya
If my bullet reach up
Straight to your forehead your dead in your grave
It's time to meet Grim Reaper
A nigga like the X Loc no joke though
So hope for yo hoe
I let the Bitch Killa go and turn into a nympho
But no I don't think so
I gots to kill all bitches
Is it cause I'm crazy, or living with that siccness?
That siccness - that cure, I really don't think there is one
The only way to kill yourself is a suck up on gizzun
And I am not the wizzun to go out like a pizzunk
I guess I'm gonna die from that siccness, I'm dizzun

[Verse 2: Big-O of S.A.C.]
My siccness, my siccness, I'm out to get paid
If you gots to rip up shit, I'm slangin razor blades
Cause I don't give a fuck who you fuck up
Just reach down deep, my nigga, and give that buck up
A Heights nigga on that money and power trizzip
You gotta let your nuts hang cause mine is scrapin cement

[Verse 3: Kaos of S.A.C., (Big-O of S.A.C.)]
It's the siccness
I gotta kill a cracker with the quickness
Like walk into his house like a stranger
I grabbed a white bitch by her neck out of anger
The husband came in, I seen the pecker wood steppin
I didn't say shit, I let the TEC do the checkin
The sight was scandalous the way I left these muthafuckas
I lynched em both and had em hangin from a rubber
(S.A.C. is straight filled with that siccness)

[Interlude: X-Raided]
Born in the muthafuckin Gardens
Baby killin til there's blood all over the room
Kickin that deuce-four shit and smokin niggas For The Funk of It

[Verse 4: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That siccness kicks in that nigga that nigga that raise the shit grips
The realer the nigga the siccness clicks
My nigga the roughness rips
And I'm what you call a muthafuckin prophet
Muthafuckas want the rip style but ain't sayin shit
I got them niggas on the fiend
Give em a little to fuck with them have them fiending for the substance
Niggas'll smoke spliff but won't develop a siccness
Lynch a ignorant nigga, check first
I held em at gunpoint broke raw
The muthafuckin baby killas gunsmoke led
Straight to the baby's head
My nostrils flare
Veins peak
The muthafuckin .9 went boom
Brains leak
The nigga Lynch's siccness kicked in punk
From the wretched of baby brains
Leakin from the chrome you won't know what's goin on unless ya peeped a "Nigga Deep" verse on Funk Of It
So when I get the 12 gauge and start pumpin it
Infants - the desolate's fiend for death to hit lean
Grip the clip mean
Rip the shit out of a nigga's spleen
Full of foe hate
Mickeys, I'm a O8
Drinkin muthafuck, dank
Smokin niggas up, crank
Slangin ass nigga from the deuce-four Gardens
Give em a bit of a wicked nigga to rip a 12 heart and
It's a siccness
That nigga Kaos hit me with the greens and shit
And I gave birth
Wicked with that muthafuckin siccness

[Verse 4: Young Meek]
Siccness
Doin it on my own since I was 12 and God's my witness
That's what it's like fuck my child servant but that's my business
Ask me how I'm livin but I never say
If I was to tell ya then ya wouldn't listen anyway
In '84 a gang of niggas from LA came
I put my quarter in the slot to start the dope game
I got the plug and then I hooked it with my partner E
We hit the books, we hit the spot, location was the G
Born with that siccness so that siccness runnin through my blood
Endangered riding and I reside and give The 'View my love
If you have that siccness, that siccness make ya blast with the quickness same restraint with the intentions I'mma hit this
Cause every weekend at the club niggas comin there
With they fuckin .22s bustin in the air
A little somethin from Young Meek that make them bitches holla
I set the shit out to myself, the Meadowview balla

[Interlude 2: X-Raided]
My nigga PeeWee Loc
Finna kick that killa shit you know what I'm sayin
Niggas crazy as fuck
And dyin of that siccness

[Verse 5: Cyco & (X-Raided)]
(That siccness, That siccness)
That siccness kicks in
Cisco on my breath, now I'm headin a pint of Gin
Drunk as fuck, will I last til tomorrow
Vapors and fumes, now I'm livin in the bottle (The bottle)
Time's up, caught slippin in a fantasy
Mind gone (Brain gone)
No sense of reality
Sane or insane, which one will a nigga try
(187, I'm seeing Cyco in PeeWee's eyes)
Split personality, now it's time for a fuckin change
Locs on in the dark and I don't know my fuckin name
Deeper and deeper into the bottle, I'm thinkin about suicide
(Killin the next nigga, to tell the truth I don't wanna die)
I sit cryin in the corner
Shit got me trippin
Grab my .9 for some led
(I got ya clip we can't be slippin)
Slap the extra clip in, nobody here to stop me
Cyco killin PeeWee, and PeeWee wants to pop me
.9 to the head and I'm drippin sweat
Cyco: you won't do it
(PeeWee Loc: you want to bet?)
In the corner still trippin
Thoughts keep on crowdin me
I'm at the point of no return
Ha-ha, I'm outtie

[Verse 6: X-Raided, (Cyco)]
That siccness
I killed 50 people and they hautin me
I sit in the middle of a star with some candles lit thinkin
Maybe I should do that
It's killin me softly, my brain is gone and it ain't comin back
I coulda swore I saw my nigga Cyco standin over me
I know it wasn't him cause he's been buried for a week
The silence of the black sheep
Deep in the middle of the night I start to sweat
Window wide open with two holes in my neck
And can't nobody tell me shit, Loc
Cause every time I close my eyes I hear Cyco say:
("Yo cuz, I thought we had a deal")
Mouth wrapped around the barrel and I taste steel