Lyrics:
Plan B Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick And I'm real tired of these

Che Che Che Che Check Yo, Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit coz they talkin to me like im thick And im, Real tired

Che Che Che Che Check Yo, Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit coz they talkin to me like im thick And im, Real tired

with a plan platinum jam Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac? As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers

gga with a plan platinum jam Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac? As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers

fact of the matter at hand For me to come and control this whole shit, was only part of the plan The other part of the plan, for you to understand That

of the matter at hand For me to come and control this whole shit, was only part of the plan The other part of the plan, for you to understand That nothing

with a plan platinum jam Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac? As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers

fact of the matter at hand For me to come and control this whole shit, was only part of the plan The other part of the plan, for you to understand That