[Intro: Sicx]Yeah..
luchini, Swartzanigga, hahaThat's why you gonna dieC.O.
S., Northgate, my nigga Fig, Tall Cann G, CaponeI'm that nigga Sicx[Verse 1: Sicx]Ain't nathin funny about this money I'm tryin to make, straight broke
So everything I take serious cause 4-25 ain't no fuckin joke
An everyday struggle, puttin down this hustle's harder that it looks
But the mo' dirt, that I do the mo' these niggaz hooked on bein a crook
Skrillas my major concern I'm burnin just to get a sniffof that scratch, but the catcher can't see me so I'll be ski'nwith my mask on; ski money gets my blast on, in a major way
So my paper stays stacked, way back behind some boxes
In that (?) wait that nigga in Killa Cali stay real
Automatically kill, without no feelings still gets dirty Then I'm that-a-way, clockin mo' luchi than John Belushi made from +Blues Brothers+ so choose your mother's funeral dress
Then feel my Smif & Wes, shiftin through you vest, rippin up your chest
Pickin up the rest cause when I does my dirt won't leave a mess
All by my lonesome most of them (??)blocks stay hot like rock spots, with one-time posin on each block
I want G-knots, so I eavesdrops, on C-spots, then I'm out with 5-0 never knowin about my caperat home countin up that paperCan't wait to, go robbin through your hoodMr.
Invisible's only concern is, to get his, when I get caught with them residuals nigga[
Chorus: Sicx]So call me Mr.
No Prints, I never leaves a clue
In and out the cut 'fore you know who gettin who+
Mysteries Unsolved+, that's why you never seenthe one that they call Sicx, on yo' late night TV screen
Call me Mr.
No Prints, I never leaves a trace
In and out the cut with a ski-mask on my face25 to life, that's not on my agenda That's why I'm in and out before you have time to remember[
Verse 2: C.O.S.]I let your blood spill, then chase the murder with some 8-balland never leave a trace, I'm in and up outta the cut soon as you fall
Leave blood all over the walls, cause my massive blows to the domefrom the .44 chrome that was shown, but it ain't no case cause the bodies all gone
In the trunk of the Chev', about to get thrown up off the lidcause whoever in the crib won't live when I kick through yo' door with some O.J.
gloves hold onto my .44So call me Mr.
No Prints -- cause I never leave no evidence
I kill off all the witnesess, then I vacate the premises
Shit, that's just another residence victim of them killas
Gettin hit up by that (?) Swartzanigga shitDon't make me spill yo' bloodand I'm hittin the bud as soon as I see them brains go split-splat
See niggaz and bitches get left for dead and alla they kids get kidnapped
Put a fresh (?) on our (?) cause we planned and plotted
Premeditated then waited for the right time then we got 'emShot through the do', with the flag, hockey ski-mask on my face
Cuz see, I just don't give a fuck, as long as they can't see us make our escape
And that's just in case, by some slim chance we leave someone aliveThat's why we in and up outta the cut so fast they can't identify at all
Gettin high -- count up our dollars and our sins
Thinkin about how easy it is to murder like this and leave no prints, nigga[
Chorus: C.O.S.]So call me Mr.
No Prints, I never leaves a clue
In and out the cut 'fore you know who gettin who+
Mysteries Unsolved+, that's why you never seenthe one that they call C.O.S., on your TV screen
Call me Mr.
No Prints, I never leaves a trace
In and out the cut with a ski-mask on my face25 to life, that's not on my agenda That's why I'm in and out before you have time to remember[
Verse 3: Tall Cann G]Call me Mr.
211 a.k.a.
jack-yo-ass, 187 blast
Hit a nigga like stick'n'move, then dash on that ass
Gettin away, wit a ski-mask on my face
If there ain't no description then there ain't no fuckin caseFin' ta hit your block tight, with my Glock hidden up under my seat
Let it pop 'til you drop, 'til you dead up in the street
Guts and meats all over the concrete, ain't no time to sleepupon this nigga with this trigger love to swig that malt liquor
Cause I'm sick with that Olde English shit, heads gon' split
Black chrome spit, 'til you layin up in a ditch
So fuck your whole click, fill 'em up with them 16 slugs
Kill 'em up with that Siccness love - do or die
Who the fuck am I? - Tall Cann21st meet your worst nightmare, leave 'em right there
Bloody up in the mud, cause this nigga ain't got no love
Wear my gloves, cause I'm bouts to gets my hands dirty
Guts all over the place, face ready for plastic surgery
Never showin no mercy, in a hurry to do my dirt, then I'm out
Put my strap deep in yo' mouth, try to take yo' tonsils out
So watch for the ricochet, for my niggaz they dumpinwith no clue where they comin from punk
Then I'm out your block with an empty Glocky'all niggaz knowin nothin[
Chorus: Tall Cann G]So call me Mr.
No Prints, I never leaves a clue
In and out the cut 'fore you know who gettin who+
Mysteries Unsolved+, that's why you never seen
The nigga Tall Cann on that late night TV screen
Call me Mr.
No Prints, I never leaves a trace
In and out the cut with a ski-mask on my face25 to life, that's not on my agenda That's why I'm in and out before you have time to remember
Brotha Lynch Hung, real name Kevin Danell Mann, is an American rapper and record producer born in Sacramento, California, in 1972. Active since 1994, he stands out for his dark and macabre musical style, often characterized by violent and disturbing lyrics that address themes such as death, crime, and social violence. His music is influenced by various musical cultures, including old school hip hop, funk, and horrorcore. Among his most notable albums are "Season of the Sicc'n" (1998), "24/7 Hustlerz" (2000) and "Childs Play" (2003). Brotha Lynch Hung is considered a cult underground artist, appreciated for his originality and provocative approach to the hip hop genre.
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