Raw Edge Bullsh*t lyrics

Sicx (with Brotha Lynch):
Take a n*gga like Lynch goin' head up with the bullsh*t, with the nine
(While my n*ggas gettin loaded off St. Idez)
Never let a devil go jailbait
The bounty f*cks em anyways, so dont trip if im upstate
Lynch'll be that n*gga 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*ckin motel shot
30 bucks for a nut in a b*tch, 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*ckin claps
That the little b*tch gave ya
But n*ggas'll never learn, so let ya f*ckin di*k burn

Brotha Lynch Hung (with Sicx):
n*ggas on the trip about a muthaphukkin punk ass b*tch, whos in it
(The triple Sicx), and Brotha Lynch Hung, we let a....
(b*tch), be a (b*tch), till they use to it
It ain't nothin but some raw edge bullsh*t...
Chorus:(2x)
Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
Hahaha slum b*tch you still miss
Ya dont stop, just ya average everyday straight bump a b*tch

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*tch wanna slang with this
And ounce to the bounce so dont grind no slang
Brotha Lynch Hung, b*tch 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 di*k and accept it

Sicx:
I got a nut for a b*tch, who be a squirell who found one
Same f*ckin b*tch with the hand job...

Brotha Lynch Hung:
Call me the Brotha Lynch Hung
Never let'em out the house
Never let'em off the di*k, you dont like wsup?
Never let'em off the b*tch
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 cocaine
But my dimes too small, so Im'a grab my 8Ball
And go for the dice brawl
A young ass n*gga wit a ol' man roll
The gave double ups cuz the grinds too slow
Still hittin n*ggas 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*ggas that are use to it
It ain't nothin but some raw edge bullsh*t...

Chorus: (2x)
Ba-da-da-dee-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaa
Hahaha slum b*tch you still miss
Ya dont stop, just ya average everyday straight bump a b*tch

Brotha Lynch Hung (with Sicx):
True Lynch with the brotha, (f*ck'em all)
To the raw edge bullsh*t
n*ggas on the same ol' trip
About the same ol' b*tch
While me and Triple Sicx
Bound to make a switch everyother week
Now n*gga got beef punk n*gga you a b*tch(b*tch, too)!
Sicx:
Hit ya too hard with the raw edge bullsh*t
Steady stressin with the Triple Sicx
f*ck'em all Im a Creek thrilla
Load'em up another n*gga killa
Hittin n*ggas with the cemy to the woomb
Break'em and send'em home b*tchin, LYNCH!...

Brotha Lynch Hung (simaltaniously; Sicx)
I got the triple Lynch, called Triple Sicx
Let a n*gga be a...
(b*tch till hes use to it
It ain't nothin but some raw edge bullsh*t)
And to ya n*ggas 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*ggas never knew wsup), hit'em the
Creekers last night...
n*ggas 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*gga gotta go AWOL
(Rush'em wit lead untill we back'em to the wall)
[Let a n*gga be a n*gga till hes use to it
It ain't nothin but the raw edge bullsh*t!!]