The Cycle's Sick Lyrics - Cam'ron

G.O.D! 

I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll... (quiet) 

Yo, ya'll little girls singin a song hoes sing 

Ya'll need lower back tattos, toe rings 

Eye brows arched, belly pierced the whole thing 

Who, oh-no, low blows, to the coke king 

I sold blow some thug things, I'm a slinger 

I run a drug ring can't put it on yah finger 

I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm just linger 

I'm the muslim from new york, I'm mortis stringer 

Off ice, but on ice, the money chill 

Dummi pay attention, fiends still got the funny pills 

I'm vest glocked up, yah chest I red dot up 

You can taste it, test it, strech it I got the best product baby 

I'm a hustler used skills god done gave me 

Know them cop cars you can un mark-em baby 

Bills they mark-em crazy, keep yah gaurd up lazy 

Had run ins with the atf, marks, and navy 

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Man I might just quit you know the cycles sick? 

When they go to court to snitch, on michael vick? 

I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll 

Ay yo! some lean, when I land the lar 

A 100 grand handed here 

Crystal pets dogs, cats, panda bears 

Liqour, came up here reflection off the chandaler 

But baby while we're standin here 

Let's go another rant a year 

Said cam thts the ocean and the sand right there? 

I looked at her and nodded like, you damn right there 

Mah you drunk too much, yah drink here and here 

I love the public but I don't need the fan fare 

I read the fan mail it help me hustle when I'm tryna make this damn mail 

Or even pay my man bail 

I'm jack and jill kept the water in the tan pail 

Fuck school told my teacher that I can't fail 

Cops in the club sippin on champell, can't tell 

Wire on tapein on the hand held 

Before you cross the street you need your hand held 

Before you get hit, I spit sick, whip dip 

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Man I might just quit you know the cycles sick? 

When they go to court to snitch, on michael vick? 

I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll 

Don't get your rifles, my rivals, don't want no rivalry 

Hand on the bible baby boy, I ain't yah idol b? 

You don't idol me? shit why you listenin? 

No rims o.t I'm ridin on the michelin 

I'm tryna get them dividends, a 100, 000 kid a spend 

If the edition is new? Michael Biv and them 

I might get rid of them the site I might revist in 

Pets as my neighbors, I'm a lower body citizen 

Shit, I wish the lord could fin my prison friends 

To fly to comply, we was on a mission then 

Vision girls use to call us the kitchen men 

Cause we was cookin more then them whip it whip it in 

Let the shit begin, we get it how we ship it in, 

The shipment, that they shippin, sittin, right there on the ship, my friend 

Baby boy that's when you coppin coke, alot to rope 

I'm a city slicker, that can knock a boat 

Man I might just quit you know the cycles sick? 

When they go to court to snitch, on michael vick? 

I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll