Super Sic Wit It Mistah F.A.B. (Ft. E-40 & Turf Talk)

[Verse 1: Turf Talk]
I pull a heater, mayne, never follow a leader, mayne
Even though we try, it's hard to legal, mayne
Put up or shut up, my loot up, so wassup?
Wha-wha-what would you do if I shot yo' hood up?
Either jail or smoke weed
I take the cuffs, that's F-A-B, not Fabolous
What it is? Sick Wid It, it is
The way this money look, I'll be independent for years
It's a gang of hood niggas eatin' off this plate
So don't come around here if you ain't from this place (From this place)
Hear me comin' about a half a block
Got a dent in my ceiling from doin' the robot
Catch all kind of mugs (Kind of mugs) from all kind of thugs (Kind of thugs)
They offer designer all kind of drugs (Kind of drugs)
I'm married to the ave'
Pistol under the battery, dope in the dash

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
Thizz (Woo), oh, it's sick wit' it
We is super sick wit' it (Woo)
Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers
Purple, purple, gone of the liquor
Thizz (Woo), it's sick wit' it
We is super sick wit' it (Yeah)
Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers
Purple, purple, gone of the liquor