Vice's Lyrics

Laid all my vices to rest (Rest)

Rollin' in my hearse bullet proof vest

It's do or die, knowin' who about to slide

My behavior is wicked, not much longer you won't be kickin'

Boy your times runnin' out times a tickin'

Beauty straight from the Pickens

Beats that I'm rippin' (Rip)

Never catch me trippin'

You thought I was done, think again son (Bet)

Tried to catch me high and dry till' you seen my gun (For real)

Get clapped

Drop your whole pack (Pack)

Got homies that do work for me (Straight up)

Get slapped

Roll the dice, this is my last vice

Wasn't going back twice

80 on the back call it Jerry Rice

(What, what?)

Wasn't going back twice

80 on the back call it Jerry Rice

Hit this have you feelin' right

Hit this have you feelin' right

Higher than a kite (Kite)

Your just intimidating

I'm out here demonstrating

You actin' rude, don't put me in a mood

I can be nice, but now I got attitude (Tude)

Let it loose (Loose)

Dude I'm off the juice, bout' to cruise

Try to out do me, you will always lose (SESH)

Laid all my vices to rest

Rollin' in my hearse bullet proof vest

It's do or die, knowin' who about to slide

My behavior is wicked, not much longer you won't be kickin'

Boy your times runnin' out times a tickin'