: Brotha Lynch Hung] Deuce click, siccem Hahaha siccem Ah stick up Hahaha victim Number two hundred and twenty four Hahaha get 'em Grr, siccem Hahaha siccem
Brotha Lynch Hung] Deuce click, siccem Hahaha siccem Ah stick up Hahaha victim Number two hundred and twenty four Hahaha get 'em Grr, siccem Hahaha siccem
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit tag teamin and on a bitch in a Hotel Six 40 on the back, Sicx over top Diggin in a spleen
my momma tried to take me out the game By heating up some Brandy and taking it to the dome because I came; With the siccness and it's just the dank that
up out my casket Chorus: repeat 2X I'm liquor sicc and I just might lose control so load your clips loccs cause we ridin for our foes [Hung] And im
(Brotha Lynch) Yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker For the 9 whatever the fuck You know I ain't dead yet I'm with my real loc niggas I was a dead man
Brotha Lynch: (Talking) Yeah man, ya know, I was trying to tell you nigga man, that nigga was trippin out man. I did all kinds of shit, for him and
' your son's dick That's the mothafuckin' Siccness. So, ya mothafuckas don't ya forget that shit And don't forget where the Sicc came from That nigga Lynch
shit so thick this nigga run loccs up on you almost daily For the digs then I'm off dick grow soft with lynch I'm chewin up babies We gonna stay sicc
the mothafuckin' Siccness... So, ya mothafuckas don't ya forget that shit... And don't forget where the Sicc came from... That nigga Lynch... [Brotha Lynch Hung
rise up out my casket [Chorus: x2] I'm liquor sicc and I just might lose control so load your clips loccs cause we ridin for our foes [Hung] And im
nigga now I shit lyrics but I can't use'em have yo son trippin Brotha Lynch Hungs loopin (loopin) they be off that bottle talkin bout Brotha Lynch be talkin bout sicc
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six 40 on the back, Sicx over top Diggin in a spleen
Even my momma tried to take me out the game By heating up some Brandy and taking it to the dome because I came; With the siccness and it's just the dank
Brotha Lynch] They say that ain't the way to handle that type funk But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt Just cus the Brotha Hung is flag
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung] You can
