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 heat s 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
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
an d 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
Know what I'm saying
Brotha Lynch Hung 
