raw edge bullshit lyrics – brotha lynch hung

sicx (with brotha lynch):
take a n*gg* like lynch goin’ head up with the bullsh*t, with the nine
(while my n*gg*s gettin loaded off st. idez)
never let a devil go jailbait,
the bounty f*ck so many wieghts, he don’t trip off a?????
lynch’ll be that n*gg* that finds’em and greets’em,
punks like y’all will be the one that feeds ya.

brotha lynch hung:
we rush’em a drank, and let’em try to act grown
have the 40 gone, to the head, so it’s on…

sicx:
to the crib, forget the f*ckin motel shot,
30 bucks for a nut in a b*tch, i think not
and even if ya m*th*ph*kkin bank grows phat, if i was you,
i’d say that i use to pay for the f*ckin claps,
that the little b*tch gave ya,
but n*gg*s’ll never learn, split ya f*ckin d*ck perm

brotha lynch hung (with sicx):
n*gg*s on the triple bout it m*th*ph*kkin broke *ss b*tch, whos in it
(the triple sicx), and brotha lynch hung, we let a…
(b*tch), be a (b*tch), till he’s use to it,
it ain’t nothin but some raw edge bullsh*t…

chorus:(2x)
ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
hahaha slum b*tch you still miss
ya don’t stop, just ya average everyday straight proper b*tch

brotha lynch (with sicx):
lynch, givin it up smooth, the lynch with the m*th*ph*kkin roll
triple to the m*th*ph*kkin, (sicx, with the m*th*ph*kkin dough)
and every b*tch wanna slang with this,
and ounce to the bounce so don’t grind no slang,
brotha lynch hung, b*tch i cant take it no mo’,
put ya t*tties in the crack of the doe then open up slow
and everything where i left it, you can either be mad,
such d*ck and accept it.

sicx:
i got a nut for a b*tch, who be a squirell who found one,
same f*ckin b*tch with the hand job…

brotha lynch hung:
call me the brotha lynch hung,
never let’em out the house,
never let’em off the d*ck, you don’t like wsup?
never let’em off the b*tch,
dont ever try and roll a sicx…

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 im’a grab my 8ball
and go for the dice brall,
a young *ss n*gg* wit a ol’ man roll,
the gauges double up ’cause the grinds too slow,
still hittin n*gg*s with the tre and the 4,
the devils in the door with my nine held low,
the creek mobs loadin’em up,
muthaph*kkas better know wsup,
dont look up punk! blam!
a nine for ya n*gg*s that are use to it,
it ain’t nothin but some raw edge bullsh*t…

chorus: (2x)
ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
hahaha slum b*tch you still miss
ya don’t stop, just ya average everyday straight proper b*tch

brotha lynch hung (with sicx):
true lynch with the brotha, (f*ck’em all)
to the raw edge bullsh*t,
n*gg*s on the same ol’ trip,
about the same ol’ b*tch,
while me and triple sicx,
bound to make a switch everyother week,
now n*gg* got beef punk n*gg* you a b*tch(b*tch, too)!

sicx:
hit ya too hard with the raw edge bullsh*t,
steady stressin with the triple sicx,
f*ck’em all i’m a creek thrilla,
load’em up another n*gg* killa,
hittin n*gg*s with the cemy to the woomb,
break’em and send’em home b*tchin, lynch!…

brotha lynch hung (simaltaniously; sicx)
i got the triple lynch, called triple sicx,
let a n*gg* be a…
(b*tch till he’s use to it,
it ain’t nothin but some raw edge bullsh*t),
and to ya n*gg*s with a black god,
im’a tell’em why…
“everybodys gotta live their life…? ”

sicx (with brotha lynch); [together]:
craig did it and the creek mob’s,
(n*gg*s never knew wsup), hit’em the
creekers last night…
n*gg*s 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 n*gg* gotta go awol,
(rush’em wit lead untill we back’em to the wall),
[let a n*gg* be a n*gg* till he’s use to it,
it ain’t nothin but the raw edge bullsh*t!]

/ brotha lynch hung lyrics