Sicx (with brotha lynch):
Take a n***a like lynch goin' head up with the bullsh**, with tha nine
(while my n***as gettin loaded off st. idez)
Never let a devil go jailbait,
The bounty f** so many wieghts, he don't trip off a my state
Lynch'll be that n***a that finds'em and greets'em,
Punks like y'all will be the one that feeds ya. Brotha lynch hung:
We rush'em a drank, and let'em try to act grown
Have the 40 gone, to the head, so it's on.... Sicx:
To the crib, forget the f**in motel shot,
30 bucks for a nut in a b**h, I think not
And even if ya muthaphukkin bank grows phat, if I was you,
I'd say that I use to pay for the f**in claps,
That the little b**h gave ya,
But n***as'll never learn, split ya f**in dick perm Brotha lynch hung (with sicx):
n***as on the triple bout it muthaphukkin broke a** b**h, whos in it
(the triple sicx), and brotha lynch hung, we let a....
(b**h), be a (b**h), till he's use to it,
It ain't nothin but some raw edge bullsh**... Chorus:(2x)
Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
Hahaha slum b**h you still miss
Ya don't stop, just ya average everyday straight proper b**h Brotha lynch (with sicx):
Lynch, givin it up smooth, the lynch with the muthaphukkin roll
Triple to the muthaphukkin , (sicx, with the muthaphukkin dough)
And every b**h wanna slang with this,
And ounce to the bounce so don't grind no slang,
Brotha lynch hung, b**h I cant take it no mo',
Put ya titties in the crack of the doe then open up slow
And everything where I left it, you can either be mad,
Such dick and accept it. Sicx:
I got a nut for a b**h, who be a squirell who found one,
Same f**in b**h with the hand job... Brotha lynch hung:
Call me the brotha lynch hung,
Never let'em out the house,
Never let'em off the dick, you don't like wsup?
Never let'em off the b**h,
Dont ever try and roll a sicx.... Sicx:
Get the money and go!
The bounties on the dice game,
A hand full of 10's and a pocket full of c**aine,
But my dimes too small, so im'a grab my 8ball
And go for the dice brall,
A young a** n***a wit a ol' man roll,
The gauges double up 'cause the grinds too slow,
Still hittin n***as with the tre and the 4,
The devils in the door with my nine held low,
The creek mobs loadin'em up,
Muthaphukkas better know wsup,
Dont look up punk! blam!
A nine for ya n***as that are use to it,
It ain't nothin but some raw edge bullsh**... Chorus: (2x)
Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
Hahaha slum b**h you still miss
Ya don't stop, just ya average everyday straight proper b**h Brotha lynch hung (with sicx):
True lynch with the brotha, (f**'em all)
To the raw edge bullsh**,
n***as on the same ol' trip,
About the same ol' b**h,
While me and triple sicx,
Bound to make a switch everyother week,
Now n***a got beef punk n***a you a b**h(b**h, too)! Sicx:
Hit ya too hard with the raw edge bullsh**,
Steady stressin with the triple sicx,
f**'em all I'm a creek thrilla,
Load'em up another n***a k**a,
Hittin n***as with the cemy to the woomb,
Break'em and send'em home b**hin, lynch!... Brotha lynch hung (simaltaniously; sicx)
I got the triple lynch, called triple sicx,
Let a n***a be a...
(b**h till he's use to it,
It ain't nothin but some raw edge bullsh**),
And to ya n***as with a black god,
Im'a tell'em why.....
"everybodys gotta live their life...? " Sicx (with brotha lynch); [together]:
Craig did it and the creek mob's,
(n***as never knew wsup), hit'em the
Creekers last night...
n***as on the same ol' same ol' ,
Comin up smooth, while the tens of crack,
Nickles with a little moe,
(so give it up for da), give it up for the endangered,
To the creek, to the creek mob, (and we love no stranger),
For the fact that a young black n***a gotta go awol,
(rush'em wit lead untill we back'em to the wall),
[let a n***a be a n***a till he's use to it,
It ain't nothin but the raw edge bullsh**!!]