Lyrics Raw edge bullshit Brotha Lynch Hung

Raw edge bullshit

Sicx (with brotha lynch):
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 fuck so many wieghts, he dont trip off a ? ? ? ? ?
Lynchll be that nigga that findsem and greetsem,
Punks like yall will be the one that feeds ya.

Brotha lynch hung:
We rushem a drank, and letem try to act grown
Have the 40 gone, to the head, so its on....

Sicx:
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 grows phat, if I was you,
Id say that I use to pay for the fuckin claps,
That the little bitch gave ya,
But niggasll never learn, split ya fuckin dick perm

Brotha lynch hung (with sicx):
Niggas on the triple bout it muthaphukkin broke ass bitch, whos in it
(the triple sicx), and brotha lynch hung, we let a....
(bitch), be a (bitch), till hes use to it,
It aint nothin but some raw edge bullshit...

Chorus:(2x)
Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
Hahaha slum bitch you still miss
Ya dont stop, just ya average everyday straight proper bitch

Brotha lynch (with sicx):
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 dont grind no slang,
Brotha lynch hung, bitch I cant 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.

Sicx:
I got a nut for a bitch, who be a squirell who found one,
Same fuckin bitch with the hand job...

Brotha lynch hung:
Call me the brotha lynch hung,
Never letem out the house,
Never letem off the dick, you dont like wsup?
Never letem off the bitch,
Dont ever try and roll a sicx....

Sicx:
Get the money and go!
The bounties on the dice game,
A hand full of 10s and a pocket full of cocaine,
But my dimes too small, so ima grab my 8ball
And go for the dice brall,
A young ass nigga wit a ol man roll,
The gauges double up 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 loadinem up,
Muthaphukkas better know wsup,
Dont look up punk! blam!
A nine for ya niggas that are use to it,
It aint nothin but some raw edge bullshit...

Chorus: (2x)
Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
Hahaha slum bitch you still miss
Ya dont stop, just ya average everyday straight proper bitch

Brotha lynch hung (with sicx):
True lynch with the brotha, (fuckem 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 everyother week,
Now nigga got beef punk nigga you a bitch(bitch, too)!

Sicx:
Hit ya too hard with the raw edge bullshit,
Steady stressin with the triple sicx,
Fuckem all Im a creek thrilla,
Loadem up another nigga killa,
Hittin niggas with the cemy to the woomb,
Breakem and sendem home bitchin, lynch!...

Brotha lynch hung (simaltaniously; sicx)
I got the triple lynch, called triple sicx,
Let a nigga be a...
(bitch till hes use to it,
It aint nothin but some raw edge bullshit),
And to ya niggas with a black god,
Ima tellem why.....
Everybodys gotta live their life...?

Sicx (with brotha lynch); [together]:
Craig did it and the creek mobs,
(niggas never knew wsup), hitem 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,
(rushem wit lead untill we backem to the wall),
[let a nigga be a nigga till hes use to it,
It aint nothin but the raw edge bullshit!!]