Sic Wit Tis - Mac Mall

Turn up the beat and let me come wit' some game, mane

Talkin' about these hoes who be tryna claim to fame, mane

But it’s a waste of time, because Mac Mall ain’t no celebrity

I’m just a playa wit' some G-A-M-E

But that ain’t it, ‘cause I’m servin' the dick

To the hoes who got the tape and straight lovin' the shit

That pimp shit that slams, niggas runnin' scams

And how to make a faithful bitch cheat on her man

Plus that doja dank and the candy paint

And the way-cool bottle of E&J that I drank

And when I’m on that shit, you can’t level with me

I’m havin' church hoes think I got the devil in me

It ain’t over, fool, it gets doper

When I’m freakin' yo' hoe up on a sofa

Legs all open like a TV antenna

‘Cause a nigga get wild when I’m goin' up in her

What’s really goin' on when ya leave home?

My late nights hella hype every time ya gone

You better lock yo' bitch up and got to sleep wit' ya gat

‘Cause if she page me, then man I’m at that (through the window)

And all I need is just one beat

And I’mma pick ya bitch up when ya sleep

‘Cause I’m sic wit' this

Sic wit this, sick with this, I’m sic wit this

You know how that go, fuck the next nigga hoe

Ha ha, it’s all good though

I see a gang a muthafuckas lettin' they hoes wear the drawls and shit

Punk ass niggas tryna hog a bitch

Them fools roll around takin' they hoes on dates

Suckas like that love to playa hate

When I see they hoe and say ‘What's up?'

Spit a little game and now I’m wreckin' the guts

I got the bitch at the telly and she got way wild

Had the trick on Erk-n-Jerk and she got way foul

Startin' talkin' that bein' my lady shit

Sayin' we can hook up on a relationship

I said ‘Relationships?

Now them is way too expensive, though

Fuck bein' sprung, I just wanna break ya, hoe'

You found out and you damn near shitted

Can’t believe your main bitch did it

But you should know, that that’s the wrong hoe

For you to act hella funny, man, and fall for

And when she hear this tape, she gon' hate this

Probably even wish I never made this

But the shit I spit is real so I had to

I’m tired of seein' weak niggas who talked bad to

By a period-havin', stank pussy, yeast infection, no-money tramp bitch

‘Always wanna know where I’m at' bitch

And what I’m sayin', you should stop bein' like a sucka

And leave her stranded at the telly and say ‘Fuck her'

And then bump you the next bitch

You should be about your money, potna

And be sic wit this

Ha ha, you know what I’m sayin'?

So sic, so sic, so sic, so sic

Sic wit this

You know these niggas be trippin', man, playa hatin' themselves wit' one bitch.

A bitch ain’t shit, you need to get some money in your pocket, you know what

I’m sayin'?

Sheeit, fuck that bitch, mane

She just a little ol' hoe, you know what I’m sayin'?

Be real about yours,

it’s '93

You know what I’m sayin'?

But check this shit out for these niggas

Sic wit this, that’s how these fools be tryna be actin'

Poppin' at the mouth, hate to see me mackin'

Ain’t no trippin' in my pimpin', so it’s funny how they love to hate

The pimpin' ass youngsta comin' up in The Bay, muthafucka

So back up off the dick of a youngsta

Tryna say I ain’t on hit, you can miss me with that shit

Because I’m known to spit the game that have these hoes ‘noid

‘Cause nann bitch wit' a pussy should be unemployed

But when we first meet, I give ya full respect

I’d be the sweetest muthafucka that ya ever met

But don’t think I’mma stop doin' scandalous shit

I’m takin' mail, food stamps, check, even WIC, bitch

And on the microphone I’m way too vicious

So niggas watch ya hoes

‘Cause I’m sic wit this

That’s right, that’s right.

Man, these hoes is hella sick

But now, these muthafuckas — hoes ain’t shit but these niggas decide to trip,

you know what I’m sayin'?

Takin' that shit too far

It’s '93, you supposed to break a hoe and bust a hoe, you know what I’m sayin'?

But uh — and about these bitches, though, wanna get a nigga wit' paper.

But, uh, nah, you better get another caper, ‘cause we out here tryna do this

shit

The SES Faculty ain’t goin' for that shit

You could be a SES hoe and get the Crest, though, you know what I’m sayin'?

Bitch

Sic wit this, so sic wit this, this young Crest playa is sic wit this

Many hoes, many hoes, all sic wit this

Wanna get with this young playa ‘cause I’m sic wit this

So sic wit this, sic wit this

Sic wit this, so sic wit this

Loc’ed out, yeah, ha ha, MVP, yeah

Sawyer Street, bitch

Get rich, get rich