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brotha lynch hung - raw edge bullshit lyrics

sicx (with brotha lynch):
take a n-gg- like lynch goin’ head up with the bullsh-t, with the nine
(while my n-gg-s gettin loaded off st. idez)
never let a devil go jailbait,
the bounty f-ck so many wieghts, he don’t trip off a?????
lynch’ll be that n-gg- 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-ckin motel shot,
30 bucks for a nut in a b-tch, i think not
and even if ya m-th-ph-kkin bank grows phat, if i was you,
i’d say that i use to pay for the f-ckin claps,
that the little b-tch gave ya,
but n-gg-s’ll never learn, split ya f-ckin d-ck perm

brotha lynch hung (with sicx):
n-gg-s on the triple bout it m-th-ph-kkin broke -ss b-tch, whos in it
(the triple sicx), and brotha lynch hung, we let a…
(b-tch), be a (b-tch), till he’s use to it,
it ain’t nothin but some raw edge bullsh-t…

chorus:(2x)
ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
hahaha slum b-tch you still miss
ya don’t stop, just ya average everyday straight proper b-tch

brotha lynch (with sicx):
lynch, givin it up smooth, the lynch with the m-th-ph-kkin roll
triple to the m-th-ph-kkin, (sicx, with the m-th-ph-kkin dough)
and every b-tch wanna slang with this,
and ounce to the bounce so don’t grind no slang,
brotha lynch hung, b-tch i cant take it no mo’,
put ya t-tties in the crack of the doe then open up slow
and everything where i left it, you can either be mad,
such d-ck and accept it.

sicx:
i got a nut for a b-tch, who be a squirell who found one,
same f-ckin b-tch with the hand job…

brotha lynch hung:
call me the brotha lynch hung,
never let’em out the house,
never let’em off the d-ck, you don’t like wsup?
never let’em off the b-tch,
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 cocaine,
but my dimes too small, so im’a grab my 8ball
and go for the dice brall,
a young -ss n-gg- wit a ol’ man roll,
the gauges double up ’cause the grinds too slow,
still hittin n-gg-s with the tre and the 4,
the devils in the door with my nine held low,
the creek mobs loadin’em up,
m-th-ph-kkas better know wsup,
dont look up punk! blam!
a nine for ya n-gg-s that are use to it,
it ain’t nothin but some raw edge bullsh-t…

chorus: (2x)
ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
hahaha slum b-tch you still miss
ya don’t stop, just ya average everyday straight proper b-tch

brotha lynch hung (with sicx):
true lynch with the brotha, (f-ck’em all)
to the raw edge bullsh-t,
n-gg-s on the same ol’ trip,
about the same ol’ b-tch,
while me and triple sicx,
bound to make a switch everyother week,
now n-gg- got beef punk n-gg- you a b-tch(b-tch, too)!

sicx:
hit ya too hard with the raw edge bullsh-t,
steady stressin with the triple sicx,
f-ck’em all i’m a creek thrilla,
load’em up another n-gg- killa,
hittin n-gg-s with the cemy to the woomb,
break’em and send’em home b-tchin, lynch!…

brotha lynch hung (simaltaniously; sicx)
i got the triple lynch, called triple sicx,
let a n-gg- be a…
(b-tch till he’s use to it,
it ain’t nothin but some raw edge bullsh-t),
and to ya n-gg-s 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-gg-s never knew wsup), hit’em the
creekers last night…
n-gg-s 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-gg- gotta go awol,
(rush’em wit lead untill we back’em to the wall),
[let a n-gg- be a n-gg- till he’s use to it,
it ain’t nothin but the raw edge bullsh-t!]

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