"Sickalicious" lyrics

[Fabolous:]
Uh, huh. Oh! Yeah. Yeah. Uh! Uh! Yeah. Uh. Uh!

They call me "G-H-E-T-T-O" (Ghetto)
Black-star power, like B-E-T shows (Uh)
I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow (Woo)
Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow (Ha ha)
I'm that nucca, act rucka (Uh)
Certified plat nucca (Yeah)
Semi-auto, mack bucca (Blat)
Take that, fucker. Blat. Lay flat, sucker. Blat
I'm the negro (Uh), amigo (Uh)
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo (Come on)
They say I got the lifestyle, and the ego (Uh)
I'm in the blue Range, no matter where he go (Yea)
I'm that homie (Uh)
Gat on me (Uh)
I'm the kid not that phony (Uh-uh)
Anybody that know me
Knows I'm here to get that money
Yeah

[Missy Elliott:]
Hey! Now get that money, keep them rims spichey!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tight!
Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious right
If you a hater make my gun go

[Fabolous:]
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!
They call me F-A-B (Uh), O-L-O (Uh)
U-S, you just lay down slow (Nigga)
Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Oh)
Uh
I'm the poppy cholo (Oh), the cops say the tops on the drops are too low (Yea)
I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes (Uh)
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes (Peace)
I'm that new dude (Uh-huh)
That include (Uh-huh)
Making sure silencers on the gat is screwed [?]
With an it-don't-even-matter mood
And a "Fuck you (Fuck you nigga). Pay me" (Pay me nigga) attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy (Uh)
And have 'em saying, where you get that from boy (Oh)
I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise, blat

[Missy Elliott (Fabolous):]
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Buy your DVDs and TVs, but I like shoes on my Jeep
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to lunch

[Fabolous:]
They call me "William H period Bonnie" (Yea)
I ride in a seven series with Tommies (Uh)
I make another on of Americas homis (What, what)
And I'm dead serious mommy (Uh)
I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick (Uh-huh)
The private jet ski's sick (Woo)
The motors on the jet ski's quick (Woo)
The clips in the sets be thick (Uh)
And I done slipped more shots in than Gretzky's stick (Uh-huh)
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number (One)
That's why dudes say (One) it's hard to keep my broad (One) away from ya
Once your bitch, get the God two-way number (Uh-huh)
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya (Ha hah)
I'm the one
Like the piece that's on Nelly's chain (2 is not a winner and nobody remembers)
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range (Uh)
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain (Bling)
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly mane