The Cycle's Sick - Cam'Ron

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

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

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