Brotha Lynch Hung Liquor Sicc Lyrics

[Hung]
Look up in the sky it's a m_________in slug
Some n____ done let one off and only my cousins sheddin' blood
That loccest m____fucka from 29 st. throwin up his flag
so n____ got madd and went to the crib with a .45 mag
returned to the set-up and let my cousin have it
that n____ that died for the garden blocc
gang did time for the garden blocc
and ended up stuck in a m____fuckin casket but i dont be givin a f___
im tappin up in your program before you know it
I'm creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black drop-top broham
with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk
and a fat purple cush blunt so call it what you want
I call it the fever of da funkhouse
Dumpin gauge shells in that a__ leavin you face down
chest down with a gang of guts hangin out yo a__ n____
you know tha process they wanna kill me
now I'm a dead man walkin to my funeral can you feel me
now and if die before your set gets blasted
that's on the garden cause I'm gonna rise up out my casket

Chorus: repeat 2X

I'm liquor sicc and I just might lose control
so load your clips loccs cause we ridin for our foes

[Hung]
And im out in 6 5' hardtop impala lookin for that 187
there we go and right behind em bustin wit my mack 11
straight b__pa to b__pa 12 gage pump was that little X loccsta
givin up his set dumpin on n____s just like hes supposed ta
n____ this is real deal s___ its not about crip or blood
it's about pay back that family loves
so n____ now f___ yo whole click
like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me fo my f___in tapes
them baby rapes so n____ get out my f___in face
If I was really bangin n____z would know
cause I'd have they whole set lookin like L.A. when da earthquake hit
n____ f___in wit my tek I'm from da garden blocc
No matter what nobody say I'm makin my money
and not lettin that bangin s___ get in my way
n____z get mad they wanna see the lynch rippin
I'm wearing blue yeah but m_________er I ain't even trippin
but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc,and Sicx my cousin eclipse
and 2 of my kidz n____ catch these clips

Chorus

[Hung]
There aint no f___in way my cousin's
gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
there aint no f___in way that m_________er died for that blocc
so lets heat them m_________in glocks (2x)