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Sic Ill - The Closer Lyrics



Sic Ill - The Closer Lyrics




(Uh huh yea)

We in the Pit man
It's Mortal Kombat
(Mortal Kombat out here)
Niggas is scruffin
Bitches is bluffin
And turkeys is gettin stuffin

Livin in the Pit
Haters spreadin that funk round town
So it smell like piss
On the ground some spikes
Cause some be runnin from the cops
We will not stop even if uppercut and drop
Even if uppercut and drop
Drop

In the Pit
Haters spreadin that funk round town
So it smell like piss
On the ground some spikes
Cause some be runnin from the cops
We will not stop even if uppercut and drop
Drop

And I'm gone drop like a meteor
Sprinkles on my fish when I feed her
Mistreat her like my tamogotchi pet
I'm the doc examine chest
Sharkin it's so wet
I think that I'm seein fishnets
And haters want me to reset
Pushin on my buttons
To end my life sudden death
Makin moves I'm baracka
All pushin it Toy Tonka
Imagination of Wonka
Cookin it up chimmy chonga

In the Pit
Haters spreadin that funk round town
So it smell like piss
On the ground some spikes
Cause some be runnin from the cops
We will not stop even if uppercut and drop
Drop

Uh huh
Like I said it's sudden death
Usin all my energy, until there aint nuthin left
Cept the sound with the cleft
Yea the bass low in F
Hearin it outside
Old folks say are you deaf
Choppin it up Iron Chef
I be up in the kitchen
How I heat up beats
Is like a new made invention
Like the game bout those inches
Made the pro-bowl with body and oil
Slick greasy in the pit
Like lubricatin oil

In the Pit
Haters spreadin that funk round town
So it smell like piss
On the ground some spikes
Cause some be runnin from the cops
We will not stop even if uppercut and drop
Drop
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(Uh huh yea)

We in the Pit man
It's Mortal Kombat
(Mortal Kombat out here)
Niggas is scruffin
Bitches is bluffin
And turkeys is gettin stuffin

Livin in the Pit
Haters spreadin that funk round town
So it smell like piss
On the ground some spikes
Cause some be runnin from the cops
We will not stop even if uppercut and drop
Even if uppercut and drop
Drop

In the Pit
Haters spreadin that funk round town
So it smell like piss
On the ground some spikes
Cause some be runnin from the cops
We will not stop even if uppercut and drop
Drop

And I'm gone drop like a meteor
Sprinkles on my fish when I feed her
Mistreat her like my tamogotchi pet
I'm the doc examine chest
Sharkin it's so wet
I think that I'm seein fishnets
And haters want me to reset
Pushin on my buttons
To end my life sudden death
Makin moves I'm baracka
All pushin it Toy Tonka
Imagination of Wonka
Cookin it up chimmy chonga

In the Pit
Haters spreadin that funk round town
So it smell like piss
On the ground some spikes
Cause some be runnin from the cops
We will not stop even if uppercut and drop
Drop

Uh huh
Like I said it's sudden death
Usin all my energy, until there aint nuthin left
Cept the sound with the cleft
Yea the bass low in F
Hearin it outside
Old folks say are you deaf
Choppin it up Iron Chef
I be up in the kitchen
How I heat up beats
Is like a new made invention
Like the game bout those inches
Made the pro-bowl with body and oil
Slick greasy in the pit
Like lubricatin oil

In the Pit
Haters spreadin that funk round town
So it smell like piss
On the ground some spikes
Cause some be runnin from the cops
We will not stop even if uppercut and drop
Drop
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Writer: CONNY JACKSON, VICTOR GARTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: Sic Ill
Length: 2:46
Written by: CONNY JACKSON, VICTOR GARTH

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