1st verse

(Brotha Lynch Hung)

I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd thus far

you can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car

so I don't have to say that I'ma super star

but if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are

well I got medevil but I had to leave'em weak niggas alone

situation dirty skweaky clean brotha lynch hung

That's right I gots to have my weed lord knows I'ma feind

bitch nigga don't respect me 45 for the peicsh nigga please

I been spendin "G's" hold up nigga freeze

come up off that weed cause you den fucked around and went up on me

I want the whole zip lock full of shamrock

and if you ditch it in yo pocket I'ma heat the heat and leave you in a

meat lock

now thats my knock heats to the side wit the mask on

I'ma give you 15 percent so if you need to get yo blast on

and that's a fat zone thats's a good start

you can sac off in the sevice take it to the heart

I'ma lil nigga thinkin big

cut off yo nuts and leave you screamin like a starved pig

hold you hostage in yo crib

plan the whole stuation out so I got first dibs

now bigga than life is how I comin out

rigorous and vigorous you niggas know what I'm talkin bout

I want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so fetish

and I'ma gonna break through like Jerome Bettis pro status

all this time I got ryhme on my mind every dime

I spend it on some weed and some studio time

drink O-E out the mickeys big mouth

my point is I be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out my house



(Brotha Lynch Hung talking)

You know I push I push play on brain one day

and it played back some shit some shit containing (some shit

containing)

snakes (snakes)

I mean talk to me (serpants)



2nd verse

(Brotha Lynch Hung)

I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd thus far

you can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car

so I don't have to say that I'ma super star

but if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are

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 shit I herd he ate his mama out

now how this motherfucker gone write some shit bout the Brotha Lynch

Hung

cause he killin in his song

he say that nigga shit tight but he ain't shit

he say god is my witness I herd he fuck them bitches

which is suppose to be wrong criticizin my love song

you get the rope fuckin wit the Brotha Lynch Hung

wrong information make atemadation

catch you on yo weed high (catch you on yo weed high)

tow you up like a pitch been

feelin dick hard when you betta get yo bitched in it gets thin

and I'm off this Black &Mild shit

Tall Cannon told me its smooth and now I'm buyin boxes of it

tryin to relax and deal wit these taxes

cause they be at my checks wit them axes twenty sac's

in the back seat I'm licenseless

hope motherfuckin baby mama ain't no shisty bitch

she wanna publish ah-ight thats cool

she want some other shit get that hydro tube

niggas always think I talk about'em because I talk shit

My worst nightmare was killin my bitch for tryin to get my grits

I'm like Marc Spits I swim a channel for my shit

and watch your heart split I'm doing damage to yo bitch (doing damage

to yo Bee-yotch)

and whlie your heart switch

you betta remember where you came from bitch



(another voice)

Know what I'm saying can't even get caught up-nitro hit

staring at the holic til they got'em on sicc

is ya'll niggas really even listening

for real doe is ya'll niggas even really listening

whatever the fuck whatever the fuck