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brotha lynch hung – da siccness lyrics

[intro]
alright, alright, the album’s almost over
i want y’all to pull out a motherf+ckin’ sack
and let’s smoke one
this song’s called “da siccness”
let’s smoke, n+gga
let’s smoke, n+gga, let’s smoke
let’s smoke, n+gga
let’s smoke, n+gga
let’s smoke, n+gga, let’s smoke
let’s smoke, n+gga
let’s smoke, n+gga
let’s smoke, n+gga, let’s smoke
let’s smoke, n+gga
let’s smoke, n+gga
let’s smoke, n+gga, let’s smoke

[verse 1]
i’m bringin’ back that siccness sh+t
had to k!ll a witness
murdering the mistress
she was on the hit list
put her in the 6+6
took her to the sticks quick (then what you do?)
had her at the house b+ttering her biscuit (that’s right)
i was in and out, never left a witness
head, cut it off, cut it out, dismiss
n+ggas in all red run up in your crib
and put the gun up to your ribs
yellin’, “this for brotha lynch,” sh+t
i’m so madesicc, they re+write they sh+t
or they don’t write they hits (d+mn)
it’s like they quit
they out of sight, they split
somebody write they sh+t (somebody write they sh+t)
i gotta say this
i’ma be up all night like i live in vegas (ding ding)
i may pay hits
or the ak spit and might spray they kids
[chorus]
it’s da siccness (da siccness)
you could get your wig split
or you could calm down
and hit the weed and get your wig split
tellin’ you, n+gga, f+ckin’ with me, you get your wig split
either way, you can really get it, my n+gga
it’s da siccness (da siccness)
you can get your wig split
or you could calm down
and hit the weed and get your wig split
tellin’ you, n+gga, f+ckin’ with me, you get your wig split
either way, you could really get it, my n+gga
it’s da siccness

[verse 2]
yes, sir, got a gun in the dresser
this semester, i got a suppressor
i swear that sh+t shoot like it got a compressor
yes, grrr, put one in your chest, sir
i’m your rapper’s favorite rapper
only n+gga runnin’ around with a clapper and a spatula
only n+gga that do it, n+gga, never put it past ’em
n+gga, this ain’t a movie, you ain’t ever gotta cast ’em
master at it, sarcastically, past the average hit flame
when sh+t came, n+ggas was sniffin’ like they was rick james
listen, follow the ripgut, that’s how you get game
i spit flame, 32 shots, oj simpson
i’m like a dallas cowboy, they pay attention
i’m like number 11 when teammates is missin’ (and what else?)
i’m that n+gga whose teammate was scottie pippen
i’m from the gardens, n+gga, i keep it crippin’ (what up, cuh?)
[chorus]
it’s da siccness (da siccness)
you could get your wig split
or you could calm down
and hit the weed and get your wig split
tellin’ you, n+gga, f+ckin’ with me, you get your wig split
either way, you can really get it, my n+gga
it’s da siccness (da siccness)
you can get your wig split
or you could calm down
and hit the weed and get your wig split
tellin’ you, n+gga, f+ckin’ with me, you get your wig split
either way, you could really get it, my n+gga
it’s da siccness

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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