Sly, Slick & Wicked (feat. Big Hit, Hit-Boy & C3)

The Alchemist

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    Sly, the slick, the wicked
    I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither), no, no, no, no
    The sly, the slick, the wicked
    I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither)

    I done saved niggas lives
    Now the same motherfuckers tryna take mine
    Niggas don't appreciate shit
    You can throw 'em your chip, house, car and your bitch
    Niggas hate they own blood like a Crip
    You can slash your wrists and let 'em drink every drip
    And a bitch nigga still ain't satisfied
    Fuck all that pride, next time, let 'em die
    Don't cry, drop 'em off in the set
    Get high, then ride off into the sunset
    Same rules apply to the women
    Love and loyalty just ain't in 'em
    So I hit 'em off with the old flim-flam
    Can't understand the opa-lama-lam
    Yeah, fam, I speak another language
    On lanes, throw 'em off from another angle
    Life's short and ain't nothin' to play with
    All the loose-talk moonwalk, you're slippin' on the pavement

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    Sly, the slick, the wicked
    I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither), no, no, no, no
    The sly, the slick, the wicked
    I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither)

    You could give a nigga the shirt off your back
    You could still get whacked
    Stop feedin' a nigga, you gon' see how he act
    It's A-1 when you givin', they grinnin' when you winnin'
    But cut 'em out your business, it's all about division
    You multiply your dollars, they all wanna holler
    Subtract your followers, niggas start to follow ya
    Bushwhack a nigga, push back your wig
    Like snatchin' a weave, grudge-fuckin' her in bed
    Man, that shit's sad, wakin' up in the mornin'
    Lookin' like: Damn, I was drunk, I was horny
    Never know who you meet in these weird streets
    These bitches too cheap and friends switch up in a blink
    You think a nigga on one when I'm laid back
    A nigga get judged by his past, that's the fact
    The judge tryna stretch me out for some misdemeanors
    I told the DA beat it, pick twelve, fuck pleadin'
    But after seein' my only boy cryin' on the stand
    I couldn't hold the tears seein' a gangster break down

    Sly, the slick, the wicked
    I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither), no, no, no, no
    The sly, the slick, the wicked
    I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither)

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    Composición: David Strauss

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