Текст песни: That Sickness + перевод

From the depths of Hell

Comes the muthafuckin bitch killa

The diary of a madman

In case you didn’t know you fuccin wit a psycho

A crazy nigga’ll write some «Psycho Active» nigga shit

Killin bitches and niggas that actually think that they can get with this

Figurin they kiss a dick step but never come close

To the nigga that’s known for poppin the muthafuckin mos

Voices in the head is the reason that I’m killin

I’m lovin the way my .9 split your ass up like a prism

I’m crazy as fuck you shoulda known I’m hella locco

If you fuck with me I guarantee I’m gonna smoke yo ass

Casue I blast with my 9 millimeter

If I can’t beat ya

The gat will defeat ya

If my bullet reach ya

Straight to your forehead your dead in your grave

It’s time to meet Grim Reaper

A nigga like the X Loc no joke though

So hold 4 yo hoe

I let the bitch killin go and turn into a nympho

But no I don’t think so

I gots to kill all bitches

Is it cause I’m crazy, or living with that siccness?

That siccness — that cure, I really don’t think there is one

The only way to kill yourself is a sucka pound of gizzun

And I am not the wizzun

To go out like a prison

I guess I’m gonna die from that siccness, I’m dizzun

My siccness, my siccness, I’m out to get paid

If you gots to rip up shit I’m slangin raiser blades

Cause I don’t give a fuck who you fuck up

Just reach down deep my nigga and give that buck up

A Heights nigga own that money and power trips up

You gotta let your nuts hang cause mine is scrapin cement

It’s the siccness

I gotta kill a cracker with the quickness

Like walk into his house like a stranger

I grabbed a white bitch by her neck out of anger

The husband came in, I see no pecawood steppin

I didn;t say shit I let my tech do the checkin

The sight was scandalous the way I left these muthafuckas

I lynched em both and had em hangin from a rubber

(SAC is straight filled with that siccness)

Born in the muthafuckin Gardens

Baby killin til there’s blood all over the room

Kickin that deuce-four shit and smokin niggas for the funk up

That siccness kicks in that nigga that nigga that raise the shit grips

The realer the nigga the siccness clicks

My nigga the roughness rips

And I’m what you call a muthafuckin prophet

Muthafuckas want the rip style but ain’t sayin shit

I got them niggas on the fiend

Give em a little to fuck with them have em fading for the substance

Niggas’ll smoke spliff but won’t develop a siccness

Lynch ya ignored nigga check first

I held em at gunpoint broke raw

The muthafuckin baby killas gunsmoke led

Straight to the baby’s head

My nostrils flare

Veins peak

The muthafuckin .9 went boom

Brains leak

The nigga Lynch’s siccness kicked in punk

From the wretched of baby brains

Leakin from the chrome you won’t know what’s goin on unless ya peeped a «Nigga Deep» verse

That’s causin fits

So when I get the 12 gauge and start pumpin it

Infants — the desolate’s fiend for death to hit lean

Grip the clip mean

Rip the shit out of a nigga’s spleen

Full of full hate

Mickeys on my 08

Drinkin muthafuck dank

Smokin niggas up crank

Slangin ass nigga from the deuce-four Gardens

Give em a bit of a wicked nigga to rip a 12 heart and

It’s a siccness

That nigga Chaos hit me with the greens and shit

And I gave birth

Wicked with that muthafuckin siccness

Siccness

Doin it on my own since I was 12 and Go’d my witness

That’s what it’s like fuck my child servant but that’s my business

Ask me how I’m livin but I never say

If I was to tell ya then ya wouldn’t listen anyway

In '84 a gang of niggas from LA came

I put my quarter in to start to start the dope game

I got the plug and then I hooked it with my partner E

We hit the books we hit the spot location was the G

Born with that siccness so that siccness runnin through my blood

And danger not I reside and give to feed my love

You have that siccness, that siccness make ya blast with the quickness same

restraint with the intentions I’mma hit this

Cause every weekend at the club niggas comin there

With they fuckin .22s bustin in the air

A little somethin from ya bank to make the bitches holla

I set the shit out to myself the Meadowview balla

My nigga PeeWee Loc

Finna kick that killa shit you know what I’m sayin

Niggas crazy as fuck

And dyin of that siccness

(That siccness, That siccness)

That siccness kicks in

Cisco on my breath now I’m headin a pint of Gin

Drunk as fuck will I last til tomorrow

Babys and fumes now I’m livin in the bottle (The bottle)

Time’s up caught slippin in a fantasy

Mind gone (Brain gone)

No sense of reality

Sane or insane which one will a nigga try

(187 I’m seeing psycho in PeeWee’s eyes)

Split personality now it’s time for a fuckin change

Locs on in the dark and I don’t know my fuckin name

Deeper and deeper into the bottle I’m thinkin about suicide

(Killin the next nigga to tell the truth I don’t wanna die)

I sit cryin in the corner

Shit got me trippin

I grab my .9 for some led

(I got ya clip we can’t be slippin)

Slap the extra clip in, nobody here to stop me

Psycho killin PeeWee, and PeeWee wants to pop me

.9 to the head and I’m drippin sweat

Psycho you won’t do it

(PeeWee Loc you want to bet)

In the corner still trippin

Thoughts keep on cloudin me

I’m at the point of no return

Ha-ha, I’m out

That siccness

I killed 50 people and they hautin me

I sit in the middle of a star with some candles lit thinkin

Maybe I should do that

It’s killin me softly my brain is gone and it ain’t comin back

I coulda swore I saw my nigga Psycho standin over me

I know it wasn’t him cause he’s been buried for a week

The silence of the black sheep

Deep in the middle of the night I start to sweat

Window wide open with two holes in my neck

And can’t nobody tell me shit, Loc cause every time I close my eyes I hear

Psycho say:

(«Yo cuz I thought we had a deal»)

Mouth wrapped around the barrel and I taste steel