Liquor Sicc-Brotha Lynch Hung

Look up in the sky it's a motherf**kin slug Some ni**a done let one off and only my cousins sheddin' blood That loccest muthaf**ka from 29 st. throwin up his flag some ni**a got madd and went to the crib with a .45 mag returned to the set-up and let my cousin have it that ni**a that died for the garden blocc gang did time for the garden blocc and ended up stuck in a muthaf**kin casket but i dont be givin a f**k 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 kush 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** ni**a 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 x2 I'm liquor sicc and I just might lose control so load your clips loccs cause we ridin for our foes And im out in ' 65 hardtop impala lookin for that 187 there we go and right behind em bustin wit my mac 11 straight bumpa to bumpa 12 gage pumpin was that little X loccsta givin up his set and dumpin on niggas just like hes supposed ta ni**a this is real deal sh*t its not about crip or blood it's about pay back that family loves so ni**a now f**k yo whole click like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me fo my f**kin tapes them baby rapes so ni**a get out my f**kin face If I was really bangin niggaz would know cause I'd have they whole set lookin like L.A. when da earthquake hit ni**a f**kin wit my tech I'm from da garden blocc No matter what nobody say I'm makin my money and not lettin that bangin sh*t get in my way Niggaz get mad they wanna see the lynch rippin I'm wearing blue yeah but motherf**ker I ain't even trippin but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc,and Sicx my cousin eclipse and 2 of my kidz ni**a catch these clips Chorus [Hung] There aint no f**kin way my cousin's gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation there aint no f**kin way that motherf**ker died for that blocc so lets heat them motherf**kin glocks (2x)