(feat. Suga T)



[E-40]

It's sick out here [x4]



[E-40]

It's sick out here look at the clouds

Look how dark it is out here

Look at all the cars with they lights on in the daylight

Another funeral niggas is stressing pressure busting pipes

Crooked cops want to read my rights, nothing but harming

Blowing shit like baby wipes, no search warrant

Dick off in your lig-a-ment

What they find, some straight instruments

I got the town buckled like a belt

Within a few, I bail

200,000  was the bomb had to think

Ten percent of that is 20,000

Inner-city bumping a thousand, suckas be dowsing

Finding Jerry cats and mousing, infiltrating and doubting

Uh, I don't know why we all so invious

Too many chiefs, and not enough indians



[Chorus x4]

It's sick out here

Sick, sick, sick, sick



[E-40]

There's fortune on the block

Every five minutes, here come the cops

I got a mouth full of hubba-rocks

And about 3 thou-wow in my sock

Plus a clock in ass cheek, Chairliggan's big brother

Stomach about to bust, no Medicaid coverage

In this game you can't be doofy

Got to have some game, can't be game goofy

Can't be out there claiming hard, when you soft

Squares are poking out of cars, tare that off

Take the scene that crowd

Be about your war, or a route



[Chorus]



[Suga T]

What you gone do when they come for you

Better be ready better call your crew

If you don't pass the test, they'll put you to rest

Nigga stay on your toes, nigga be at your best

It's that thug shit, mean mugging nigga break bread

You get nothing if you ain't put nothing in



[E-40]

I heard they took the T out of trust, in other words rust

Where my real niggas, ain't no more of us

Quick to kill niggas, there's a lot of us

On a mission for that meal ticket on restriction

Incense burning in the kitchen, just pay the vision

Follow one time in my mixed up dirty piston

But barely working on my third uh-striking

On a good one man, everyday is thanksgiving



[Chorus x4]