they call me sick/
Ive been demented for the same reason Im rejected/
the games been neglected-for years
with my presense its been ressurected/
Im what you call the H.N.I.C/
posted up in these streets like a flu or STD/
trappin people in my city-for the cause/
Im a real cat-trying to mess with me your life's an automatic loss/
spittin rivers of verbally directed-cocked back and loaded raps/
cappin niggas while the kids knowingly projected across the U.S. map/
I hustle hard for that reason/
every night I tell my girl Im leavin/
take 4 straps with me like its time for duck hunting season/
rumble 1 fake G, and he may be found buried in the sands of the VA beach/
little homies ,you cant stop me/
trappin, in my hood with so much snow I wear shades cause its blinding/
call me shadow forreal/
I gives a damn about a girl-when Im only in it to kill/
its that big boy thrill-laced in platnuim and diamonds gettin money foreal/
