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da siccness - brotha lynch hung lyrics

[intro]
alright, alright, the album’s almost over
i want y’all to pull out a motherf*ckin’ sack
and let’s smoke one
this song’s called “da siccness”
let’s smoke, n*gga
let’s smoke, n*gga, let’s smoke
let’s smoke, n*gga
let’s smoke, n*gga
let’s smoke, n*gga, let’s smoke
let’s smoke, n*gga
let’s smoke, n*gga
let’s smoke, n*gga, let’s smoke
let’s smoke, n*gga
let’s smoke, n*gga
let’s smoke, n*gga, let’s smoke

[verse 1]
i’m bringin’ back that siccness sh*t
had to k!ll a witness
murdering the mistress
she was on the hit list
put her in the 6*6
took her to the sticks quick (then what you do?)
had her at the house b*ttering her biscuit (that’s right)
i was in and out, never left a witness
head, cut it off, cut it out, dismiss
n*ggas in all red run up in your crib
and put the gun up to your ribs
yellin’, “this for brotha lynch,” sh*t
i’m so madesicc, they re*write they sh*t
or they don’t write they hits (d*mn)
it’s like they quit
they out of sight, they split
somebody write they sh*t (somebody write they sh*t)
i gotta say this
i’ma be up all night like i live in vegas (ding ding)
i may pay hits
or the ak spit and might spray they kids
[chorus]
it’s da siccness (da siccness)
you could get your wig split
or you could calm down
and hit the weed and get your wig split
tellin’ you, n*gga, f*ckin’ with me, you get your wig split
either way, you can really get it, my n*gga
it’s da siccness (da siccness)
you can get your wig split
or you could calm down
and hit the weed and get your wig split
tellin’ you, n*gga, f*ckin’ with me, you get your wig split
either way, you could really get it, my n*gga
it’s da siccness

[verse 2]
yes, sir, got a gun in the dresser
this semester, i got a suppressor
i swear that sh*t shoot like it got a compressor
yes, grrr, put one in your chest, sir
i’m your rapper’s favorite rapper
only n*gga runnin’ around with a clapper and a spatula
only n*gga that do it, n*gga, never put it past ’em
n*gga, this ain’t a movie, you ain’t ever gotta cast ’em
master at it, sarcastically, past the average hit flame
when sh*t came, n*ggas was sniffin’ like they was rick james
listen, follow the ripgut, that’s how you get game
i spit flame, 32 shots, oj simpson
i’m like a dallas cowboy, they pay attention
i’m like number 11 when teammates is missin’ (and what else?)
i’m that n*gga whose teammate was scottie pippen
i’m from the gardens, n*gga, i keep it crippin’ (what up, cuh?)
[chorus]
it’s da siccness (da siccness)
you could get your wig split
or you could calm down
and hit the weed and get your wig split
tellin’ you, n*gga, f*ckin’ with me, you get your wig split
either way, you can really get it, my n*gga
it’s da siccness (da siccness)
you can get your wig split
or you could calm down
and hit the weed and get your wig split
tellin’ you, n*gga, f*ckin’ with me, you get your wig split
either way, you could really get it, my n*gga
it’s da siccness

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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