Hit the dank and took
my glock off lock, and off
To the 21st blocc, I'm
rollin in a drop top
Three for zero that black
criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds
And while I test him,
hey fuck a Smith & Wesson
I got my, nine at my chest and I
got my dime bag
Of stress weed,
a 40 oz. of OE and I'm creepin
Up on some niggas in a mob
and a nigga claimin OG,
Pap! hit him in that dome and
it was that nigga's worst
Put him on the ground wit a brain,
full o' dem nine slugs
So wrap that nigga up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, right around that curb,
tight,
Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors sideways
to the next light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street,
some nigga mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a clip
and I'm not finna get got,
I'ma shoot before I'm shot for the
fact I'm be- you- Double D- E- D
I'm reaching up in my glove box,
for the welfare weed
That's fillin a nigga's siccness so
I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb
and while I'm skirtin
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and
some bourbon (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact that
niggas ain't got no hope
I'm fillin em up with 16s, and
letting em know
Chorus
It's either that die, or that sickness,
and it's the nigga that nigga that
One you come see, with that 9 millimeter
meter watch them 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come,
Wikkihtah E- drop, styling,
If I don't get you with me nina then me,
you, scream,
And two pop nigga that mine
in the deuce for the deuce
Without them gun shells, firing,
fidda them don't know me when me high
Off them doughshot killa weed,
me take- a me nine millimeter nine,
And me blast him, enemy for the die,
'cause of dat siccness dem creep
And ten baumy and a them say
Hit em with my G like every day,
nigga,
From the creek to the Garden Blocc,
I was creepin from the double dead
red till all the drama stop,
And 50 150 is all that shouldn't
even be on a niggas list
'cause since for the fuckin with I've been crazy
times 6 charging in '66 and um,
Niggas can't see my folk when I dump
them .44 slugs all down they throat
It takes one time, all night,
to peel your tonsols
From the phone post, you know,
All up in the cut with the real deuce
deuce four love I got
But you know that nigga from the creek
so peep at what this trigger got
Come fol low me sin,
come quick 'cause I'm bustin all up on your, blocc
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce
four in the don't strike twice
Them gon all go say â??ohâ?? about
44 times till so,
Much later than you go,
better off dead, but nigga instead
That I let your mama know,
she might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga won't last much longer,
with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts like my nigga
Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Can't load that shit that sickness
gets me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nig ga
start jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my shit so thick this nigga run
loccs up on you almost daily
For the digs then I'm off dick grow soft
with lynch I'm chewin up babies
We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy
run em up gospel shit kicks in
It's the nigga named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
Eatin up
your dead skin
Brotha Lynch Hung 
