Texty:
Brotha Lynch Hung Season Of Da Siccness The Resurrection

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six 40 on the back, Sicx over top Diggin in a spleen

Brotha Lynch] They say that ain't the way to handle that type funk But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt Just cus the Brotha Hung is flag

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

[Brotha Lynch] Yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker For the 9 whatever the fuck You know I ain't dead yet I'm with my real loc niggas I was a dead

death (BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) [x2] So niggas miss my sicc Some