Brotha Lynch Hung, Sicx - Raw Edge Bullshit lyrics

Take a nigga like Lynch goin'
Head up with the bullshit
With the nine
(While my niggas gettin loaded off St. Idez)
Never let a devil go jailbait
The bounty fucks em anyways
So dont trip if im upstate
Lynch'll be that nigga that
Finds'em and greets'em
Punks like ya'll will be the
One that feeds ya
We rush'em a drank
And let'em try to act grown
Half the 40 gone, to the head, so it's on

To the crib, forget the fuckin motel shot
30 bucks for a nut in a bitch, I think not
And even if ya muthaphukkin bank rolls fat
If I was you
I'd save it up just to
Pay for the fuckin claps


That the little bitch gave ya
But niggas'll never learn
So let ya fuckin dick burn

Niggas on the trip about a
Muthaphukkin punk ass bitch
Whos in it
(The triple Sicx)
And Brotha Lynch Hung, we let a
(Bitch) , be a (bitch) , till they use to it
It ain't nothin but some
Raw edge bullshit

Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
Hahaha slum bitch you still miss
Ya don't stop
Just ya average everyday straight
Bump a bitch
Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
Hahaha slum bitch you still miss
Ya don't stop
Just ya average everyday straight
Bump a bitch

Lynch, givin it up smooth, the
Lynch with the muthaphukkin roll
Triple to the muthaphukkin
(Sicx, with the muthaphukkin dough)
And every bitch wanna slang with this
And ounce to the bounce so
Don't grind no slang
Brotha Lynch Hung
Bitch I can't take it no mo'
Put ya titties in the crack of
The doe then open up slow
And everything where I left it
You can either be mad
Such dick and accept it
I got a nut for a bitch
Who be a squirell who found one
Same fuckin bitch with the hand job

Call me the Brotha Lynch Hung
Never let'em out the house
Never let'em off the dick
You don't like wsup?
Never let'em off the bitch
Don't ever try and roll a 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 I'ma grab my 8Ball
And go for the dice brawl
A young ass nigga wit a ol' man roll
The gave double ups cuz the grinds too slow
Still hittin niggas with the Tre and the 4
The devils in the door with my nine held low
The creek mobs loadin 'em up
Muthaphukkas better know wsup
Don't look up punk! BLAM!
A nine for ya niggas that are use to it
It ain't nothin but some
Raw edge bullshit

Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
Hahaha slum bitch you still miss
Ya don't stop
Just ya average everyday straight
Bump a bitch
Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
Hahaha slum bitch you still miss
Ya don't stop
Just ya average everyday straight
Bump a bitch

True Lynch with the brotha, (Fuck'em all)
To the raw edge bullshit
Niggas on the same ol' trip
About the same ol' bitch
While me and Triple Sicx
Bound to make a switch every other week
Now nigga got beef punk nigga you a BITCH
(BITCH, too)!

Hit ya too hard with the raw edge bullshit
Steady stressin with the Triple Sicx
Fuck 'em all I'm a Creek thrilla
Load 'em up another nigga killa
Hittin niggas with the cemy to the woomb
Break'em and send'em home bitchin
LYNCH!

I got the triple Lynch, called Triple Sicx
Let a nigga be a
(Bitch till hes use to it
It ain't nothin but some raw edge bullshit)
And to ya niggas with a black God
I'ma tell 'em why
"Everybody's gotta live their life...?"

Craig did it and the Creek Mob's
(Niggas never knew wsup) , hit'em the
Creekers last night
Niggas 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 nigga gotta go AWOL
(Rush 'em wit lead until we
Back 'em to the wall)
Let a nigga be a nigga till hes use to it
It ain't nothin but the raw edge bullshit!