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brotha lynch hung - liquer sicc lyrics

[brotha lynch]
look up in the sky, it’s a motherf-ckin slug
some n-gg- done let one off and only my cousins sheddin’ blood
that loccest m-th-f-cka from 29 st. throwin up his flag
some n-gg- got mad and went to the crib with a.45 mag
returned to the set-up and let my cousin have it
the n-gg- that died for the garden blocc gang
did time for the garden blocc
and ended up stuck in a m-th-f-ckin casket but i don’t be givin a f-ck
i’m tappin up in your program, before you know it
i’m creepin up on ya in a licorice, dark black, drop-top brougham
with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk
and a fat purple cush blunt, so call it what you want
i call it the fever of da funkhouse
dumpin gauge sh-lls in that -ss, leavin you face down
chest down with a gang of guts hangin out yo -ss, n-gg-
you know tha process, they wanna kill me now
i’m a dead man walkin to my funeral, can you feel me now?
and if die before your set gets blasted
that’s on the gardens cause i’m gonna rise up out my casket

[chorus] [2x]
i’m liquor sicc and i just might lose control
so load your clips loccs cause we ridin for my folks

[brotha lynch]
and i’m out in 65′ hardtop impala, lookin for that 187
there he go and right behind em bustin wit my mac-11
straight b-mpa to b-mpa, 12 gage pumpin was that little x locsta
givin up his set and dumpin on n-gg-s just like he’s supposed ta
n-gg- this is real deal sh-t, it’s not about crip or blood
it’s about pay back, that family loves
so n-gg- now f-ck yo whole click
like “24 deep”, they tryin ta kill me fo my f-ckin tapes
them baby rapes, so n-gg- get out my f-ckin face
if i was really bangin, n-gg-z would know
cause i’d have they whole set lookin like l.a. when da earthquake hit
n-gg-, f-ckin wit my tek, i’m from da garden blocc
no matter what n-body say
i’m makin my money and not lettin that bangin sh-t get in my way
n-gg-z get mad, they wanna see the lynch rippin
i’m wearing blue, yeah but motherf-cker, i ain’t even trippin
but for cousin q-ball, mr.doc, and sicx, my cousin eclipse
and 2 of my kidz n-gg- catch these clips

[chorus] [2x]
i’m liquor sicc and i just might lose control
so load your clips loccs cause we ridin for my folks

[brotha lynch] [2x]
there aint no f-ckin way
my cousin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
there aint no f-ckin way
that motherf-cker died for the blocc
so lets heat them motherf-ckin glocks

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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