Brotha Lynch Hung - Raw Edge Bullsh** lyrics

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**!!]