Sicx (with Brotha Lynch): Take a n***a like Lynch goin' head up with the bullsh**, with the nine (While my n***as gettin loaded off St. Idez) Never let a devil go jailbait The bounty f**s em anyways, so dont trip if im upstate Lynch'll be that n***a that finds'em and greets'em Punks like ya'll will be the one that feeds ya Brotha Lynch Hung: We rush'em a drank, and let'em try to act grown Half the 40 gone, to the head, so its on.... Sicx: To the crib, forget the f**in motel shot 30 bucks for a nut in a b**h, I think not And even if ya muthaphukkin bank rolls fat, if I was you I'd save it up just to pay for the f**in claps That the little b**h gave ya But n***as'll never learn, so let ya f**in dick burn Brotha Lynch Hung (with Sicx): n***as on the trip about a muthaphukkin punk a** b**h, whos in it (The triple Sicx), and Brotha Lynch Hung, we let a.... (b**h), be a (b**h), till they use to it It ain't nothin but some raw edge bullsh**... Chorus:(2x) Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa Hahaha slum b**h you still miss Ya dont stop, just ya average everyday straight bump a b**h 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 b**h wanna slang with this And ounce to the bounce so dont grind no slang Brotha Lynch Hung, b**h I can't 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 b**h, who be a squirell who found one Same f**in b**h with the hand job... Brotha Lynch Hung: Call me the Brotha Lynch Hung Never let'em out the house Never let'em off the dick, you dont like wsup? Never let'em off the b**h 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 c**aine But my dimes too small, so Im'a grab my 8Ball And go for the dice brawl A young a** n***a wit a ol' man roll The gave double ups cuz the grinds too slow Still hittin n***as with the Tre and the 4 The devils in the door with my nine held low The creek mobs loadin'em up Muthaphukkas better know wsup Dont look up punk! BLAM! A nine for ya n***as that are use to it It ain't nothin but some raw edge bullsh**... Chorus: (2x) Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa Hahaha slum b**h you still miss Ya dont stop, just ya average everyday straight bump a b**h Brotha Lynch Hung (with Sicx): True Lynch with the brotha, (f**'em all) To the raw edge bullsh** n***as on the same ol' trip About the same ol' b**h While me and Triple Sicx Bound to make a switch everyother week Now n***a got beef punk n***a you a b*tch(b*tch, too)! Sicx: Hit ya too hard with the raw edge bullsh** Steady stressin with the Triple Sicx f**'em all Im a Creek thrilla Load'em up another n***a k**a Hittin n***as with the cemy to the woomb Break'em and send'em home b**hin, LYNCH!... Brotha Lynch Hung (simaltaniously; Sicx) I got the triple Lynch, called Triple Sicx Let a n***a be a... (b**h till hes use to it It ain't nothin but some raw edge bullsh**) And to ya n***as 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***as never knew wsup), hit'em the Creekers last night... n***as 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***a gotta go AWOL (Rush'em wit lead untill we back'em to the wall) [Let a n***a be a n***a till hes use to it It ain't nothin but the raw edge bullsh**!!]