Da Siccness Brotha Lynch Hung

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[Intro]
Alright, alright, the album's almost over
I want y'all to pull out a motherfuckin' sack
And let's smoke one
This song's called "Da Siccness"
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke, nigga
Let's smoke

[Verse 1]
I'm bringin' back that Siccness shit
Had to kill a witness
Murdering the mistress
She was on the hit list
Put her in the six-six
Took her to the sticks quick (Then what you do?)
Had her at the house buttering her biscuit (That's right)
I was in and out, never left a witness
Head, cut it off, cut it out, dismiss
Niggas in all red run up in your crib
And put the gun up to your ribs
Yellin', "This for Brotha Lynch," shit
I'm so Madesicc, they re-write they shit
Or they don't write they hits (Damn)
It's like they quit
They out of sight, they split
Somebody write they shit (Somebody write they shit)
I gotta say this
I'ma be up all night like I live in Vegas (Ding ding)
I may pay hits
Or the AK spit and it might spray they kids