a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

brotha lynch hung & sicx - raw edge bullshit lyrics

sicx (with brotha lynch):
take a n-gga like lynch goin’ head up with the bullsh-t, with the nine
(while my n-ggas gettin loaded off st. idez)
never let a devil go jailbait
the bounty f-cks em anyways, so dont trip if im upstate
lynch’ll be that n-gga that finds’em and greets’em
punks like ya’ll will be the one that feeds ya

brotha lynch hung:
we rush’em a drank, and let’em try to act grown
half the 40 gone, to the head, so its 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 rolls fat, if i was you
i’d save it up just to pay for the f-ckin claps
that the little b-tch gave ya
but n-ggas’ll never learn, so let ya f-ckin d-ck burn

brotha lynch hung (with sicx):
n-ggas on the trip about a m-th-ph-kkin punk -ss b-tch, whos in it
(the triple sicx), and brotha lynch hung, we let a….
(b-tch), be a (b-tch), till they 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 dont stop, just ya average everyday straight bump a 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 dont grind no slang
brotha lynch hung, b-tch i can’t 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 dont 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 brawl
a young -ss n-gga wit a ol’ man roll
the gave double ups cuz the grinds too slow
still hittin n-ggas 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-ggas 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 dont stop, just ya average everyday straight bump a b-tch

brotha lynch hung (with sicx):
true lynch with the brotha, (f-ck’em all)
to the raw edge bullsh-t
n-ggas 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-gga got beef punk n-gga 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 im a creek thrilla
load’em up another n-gga k!lla
hittin n-ggas 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-gga be a…
(b-tch till hes use to it
it ain’t nothin but some raw edge bullsh-t)
and to ya n-ggas 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-ggas never knew wsup), hit’em the
creekers last night…
n-ggas 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-gga gotta go awol
(rush’em wit lead untill we back’em to the wall)
[let a n-gga be a n-gga till hes use to it
it ain’t nothin but the raw edge bullsh-t!!]

- brotha lynch hung sicx lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS