Sicx & Brotha Lynch Hung Follow

(SICX)
YEA....GUESS WHOSE BACK MUTHAFUKKA.....
I SAY,
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COME CREEP WITH ME, COME CREEPS WITH ME,
COME CREEP WITH THE NIGGA WITH THE 44 PUMP
LOOKIN FOR THAT NIGGA WITH THE 4,
WITH THE TWENTY FOUR STREET BLOCC
NIGGA NAMED LYNCH. PUMP, PUMP,
WHEN I DUMP YO PUNK ASS... IN A DITCH
NIGGA THIS STREET SIKK MUTHAFUKKA
RIGHT HERE, IS LIKE, GONNA RIDE,
AND STAY UP ALL NIGHT, ALL NIGHT, SO
BLOCK YO WHOLE MUTHAFUKN HOOD WIT WHITE CHALK
STALK, EXCEPT TILL I FIND THAT NIGGA THAT FEELS
TO THE TAPE, THAT FAITH, FROM THE ONLY NIGGA
THAT RAISE UP, TO A SIKK MUTHAFUKKER THAT ATE,
ALL MY BASE UP, STRAIGHT UP NIGGA, NO LOVE
FROM A TRIGGA THAT COMES, SO MY NIGGA THAT RUNS,
WITH THE ONE THAT CHEW A PUSSY UP LIKE GUM,
NIGGA HIT THIS BLOCC SWEEP, HOT ONES CREEP,
FROM THAT DEVIL IN RED, COME CREASED,
FOOL CATCH A C, FROM MISTER SPLIFF, A GIFT
THAT LIFT YO FEET UP AND OFF THAT FUKKN CONCRETE,
COUGH UP: YO MEAT, YO NUTS, YO GUTS, YO SOUL.
TO A SCHIZ, WITH THE .44 PIS..TOLA!!
BLOOD FREEZIN UP LIKE COLA
NIGGA THE SICKER I GET, THINKN ABOUT THAT SHIT
THATS GOOD, AS I CRAWL UP THRU YO MUTHAFUKKN HOOD!!

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CREEPS AS I CREEPS, AS I CRAWLS THRU THE HOOD
CRAWLS... THRU THE HOOD
I LET EM KNOW ITS SURE BUT GOOD..
AS I CREEPS, AS I CREEPS AND CRAWLS,
THRU YOUR HOOD, CRAWLS... THRU THE HOOD
LETTIN EM HAVE IT LIKE A G SHOULD.

(SICX)
HIT 50 UP OFF THIS BLOCK, I LET THIS SPOT SMOKE,
HIT MY TEETH AND HOLD MY DICK AND LIGHT THAT
STICKY BOMB SMOKE. NIGGA RUMP UP, TO THE
PUMP, PUMP, PUMP FROM MY WINDOW LOOK AT THIS
SHIT GLASS, THE SHELLS UP ON MY DASHBOARD,
I HIT THE FLO, LOOKIN FOR MY .44
NIGGA SWERVE TO LEFT CANT SEE, BETTER
LOOK UP FOR I BE, EITHER WRAPPED TO A POLE,
IM FLIPPN MY SHIT, OR PEELED UP TO A TREE.
COME FOLLOW ME DEEP, COME SWALLOW MY HEAT,
I GOT THEY ASS... WHERE I WANT EM'
COCK THAT CLIP, AND FLIP A BITCH!
NOW TRIPLE SIX IS RIGHT UP ON EM'
PLAYIN CHICKEN WHILE IM LICKIN BLOOD AND GLASS,
FOR MY ARMS, AND HANDS, AND FACE BUTTERED UP
LIKE MACE, KICKN MY ASS! THESE NIGGAS
AINT MOVIN AN INCH, FOR THE CLENCH,
MY SHIT, BUT GRAB MY WHEEL!
THESE NIGGAS IS HELLA LOK, BUT SO AM I,
SO LETS GET ILL. I TAKE MY SHIT FO FIZZY(.45)
UP ON THAT 65. THEN MATCH MY SPEED, I HIT THAT
WEED UNTIL WE BOTH COLLIDE. SO MY RAMBO SHIT,
I GRAB MY STRAP, FELL OUT THAT DOOR, WITH IT ON MY BACK,
IM FUKN, 50-1-50, NIGGAS WANNA GET ME, BUT FUCK
DYING LIFE. AND STILL LETTIN EM' HAVE AND TO MY SUPRISE..