Brotha Lynch Hung, Sicx - Season Of Da Siccness lyrics
[Brotha Lynch Hung, Sicx - Season Of Da Siccness lyrics]
Hit the dank and took my glock off lock
And off
To the 21st blocc, I'm rollin in a drop top
Three for zero that black
Criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds
And while I test him
Hey fuck a Smith & Wesson
I got my
Nine at my chest and I got my dime bag
Of stress weed
A 40 oz. of OE and I'm creepin
Up on some niggas in a mob
And a nigga claimin OG
Pap! hit him in that dome and
It was that nigga's worst
Put him on the ground wit a brain
Full o' dem nine slugs
So wrap that nigga up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, right
Around that curb, tight
Rollin up in a 64
4 doors sideways to the next light
(YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street
Some nigga mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a clip
And I'm not finna get got
I'ma shoot before I'm shot for
The fact I'm B-U-Double D-E-D
I'm reaching up in my glove box
For the welfare weed
That's fillin a nigga's siccness so
I miss dead bodies
In an
Oldsmobile, up on the curb
And while I'm skirtin
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and some bourbon
(riiight)
I just adjust to the fact that
Niggas aint got no hope
I'm fillin em up with 16s
And letting em know
It's either that die
Or that sickness
And it's the nigga that nigga that
One you come see
With that 9 millimeter meter watch
Them 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah
Come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling
If I don't get you with me
Nina then me, you, scream
And two pop nigga that mine in
The deuce for the deuce
Without them gun shells
Firing, fidda them don't know
Me when me high
Off them doughshot killa weed, me
Take-a me nine millimeter nine
And me blast him
Enemy for the die
'cause of dat siccness dem creep
And ten baumy and a them say
Load up that nine I'm finna finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that nina cut them
In half with some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the
Fundamental cannibalism
Got them black enemy runnin in and when them
Sickness kick in a million, baby dying, boom!
Hit em with my G like every day, nigga
From the creek to the Garden Blocc
I was creepin from the double dead
Red till all the drama stop
And 50 150 is all that shouldn't
Even be on a niggas list
'cause since for the fuckin
With I've been crazy
Times 6 charging in '66 and um
Niggas cant see my folk when I dump
Them .44 slugs all down they throat
It takes one time
All night, to peel your tonsols
From the phone post, you know
All up in the cut with the real
Deuce deuce four love I got
But you know that nigga from the creek
So peep at what this trigger got
Come follow me sin
Come quick 'cause I'm bustin
All up on your
Blocc
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce
Four in the don't strike twice
Them gon all go say "oh"
About 44 times till so
Much later than you go
Better off dead, but nigga instead
That I let your mama know
She might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga wont last much longer
With wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts like
My nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer
Cant load that shit that sickness gets
Me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigga
Start jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my 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
For the crazy run em up gospel shit kicks in
It's the nigga named 6 with the
Locc to the brain style fix
Eatin up your dead skin
It's either that die
Or that sickness
And it's the nigga that nigga that
One you come see
With that 9 millimeter meter watch
Them 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah
Come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling
If I don't get you with me
Nina then me, you, scream
And two pop nigga that mine in
The deuce for the deuce
Without them gun shells
Firing, fidda them don't know
Me when me high
Off them doughshot killa weed, me
Take-a me nine millimeter nine
And me blast him
Enemy for the die
'cause of dat siccness dem creep
And ten baumy and a them say
Load up that nine I'm finna finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that nina cut them
In half with some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the
Fundamental cannibalism
Got them black enemy runnin in and when them
Sickness kick in a million, baby dying, boom!
And off
To the 21st blocc, I'm rollin in a drop top
Three for zero that black
Criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds
And while I test him
Hey fuck a Smith & Wesson
I got my
Nine at my chest and I got my dime bag
Of stress weed
A 40 oz. of OE and I'm creepin
Up on some niggas in a mob
And a nigga claimin OG
Pap! hit him in that dome and
It was that nigga's worst
Put him on the ground wit a brain
Full o' dem nine slugs
So wrap that nigga up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, right
Around that curb, tight
Rollin up in a 64
4 doors sideways to the next light
(YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street
Some nigga mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a clip
And I'm not finna get got
I'ma shoot before I'm shot for
The fact I'm B-U-Double D-E-D
I'm reaching up in my glove box
For the welfare weed
That's fillin a nigga's siccness so
I miss dead bodies
In an
Oldsmobile, up on the curb
And while I'm skirtin
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and some bourbon
(riiight)
I just adjust to the fact that
Niggas aint got no hope
I'm fillin em up with 16s
And letting em know
It's either that die
Or that sickness
And it's the nigga that nigga that
One you come see
With that 9 millimeter meter watch
Them 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah
Come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling
If I don't get you with me
Nina then me, you, scream
And two pop nigga that mine in
The deuce for the deuce
Without them gun shells
Firing, fidda them don't know
Me when me high
Off them doughshot killa weed, me
Take-a me nine millimeter nine
And me blast him
Enemy for the die
'cause of dat siccness dem creep
And ten baumy and a them say
Load up that nine I'm finna finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that nina cut them
In half with some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the
Fundamental cannibalism
Got them black enemy runnin in and when them
Sickness kick in a million, baby dying, boom!
Hit em with my G like every day, nigga
From the creek to the Garden Blocc
I was creepin from the double dead
Red till all the drama stop
And 50 150 is all that shouldn't
Even be on a niggas list
'cause since for the fuckin
With I've been crazy
Times 6 charging in '66 and um
Niggas cant see my folk when I dump
Them .44 slugs all down they throat
It takes one time
All night, to peel your tonsols
From the phone post, you know
All up in the cut with the real
Deuce deuce four love I got
But you know that nigga from the creek
So peep at what this trigger got
Come follow me sin
Come quick 'cause I'm bustin
All up on your
Blocc
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce
Four in the don't strike twice
Them gon all go say "oh"
About 44 times till so
Much later than you go
Better off dead, but nigga instead
That I let your mama know
She might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga wont last much longer
With wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts like
My nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer
Cant load that shit that sickness gets
Me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigga
Start jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my 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
For the crazy run em up gospel shit kicks in
It's the nigga named 6 with the
Locc to the brain style fix
Eatin up your dead skin
It's either that die
Or that sickness
And it's the nigga that nigga that
One you come see
With that 9 millimeter meter watch
Them 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah
Come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling
If I don't get you with me
Nina then me, you, scream
And two pop nigga that mine in
The deuce for the deuce
Without them gun shells
Firing, fidda them don't know
Me when me high
Off them doughshot killa weed, me
Take-a me nine millimeter nine
And me blast him
Enemy for the die
'cause of dat siccness dem creep
And ten baumy and a them say
Load up that nine I'm finna finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that nina cut them
In half with some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the
Fundamental cannibalism
Got them black enemy runnin in and when them
Sickness kick in a million, baby dying, boom!
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