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Da Siccness
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Da Siccness was released on May 31, 2024 by RBC Records as a part of the album Season of Da Siccness 2: Kevlar
album cover
Release DateMay 31, 2024
LabelRBC Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brotha Lynch Hung
Brotha Lynch Hung
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Mann
Kevin Mann
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brotha Lynch Hung
Brotha Lynch Hung
Producer
Rob Rebeck
Rob Rebeck
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Alright, alright, the album's almost over
I want y'all to pull out a motherfuckin' sack
And let's smoke one
This song's called "Da Siccness"
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke, ****
Let's smoke
[Verse 1]
I'm bringin' back that Siccness shit
Had to kill a witness
Murdering the mistress
She was on the hit list
Put her in the six-six
Took her to the sticks quick (Then what you do?)
Had her at the house buttering her biscuit (That's right)
I was in and out, never left a witness
Head, cut it off, cut it out, dismiss
**** in all red run up in your crib
And put the gun up to your ribs
Yellin', "This for Brotha Lynch," shit
I'm so Madesicc, they re-write they shit
Or they don't write they hits (Damn)
It's like they quit
They out of sight, they split
Somebody write they shit (Somebody write they shit)
I gotta say this
I'ma be up all night like I live in Vegas (Ding ding)
I may pay hits
Or the AK spit and it might spray they kids
[Chorus]
It's Da Siccness (Da Siccness)
You could get your wig split
Or you could calm down
And hit the weed and get your wig split
Tellin' you, ****, fuckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you can really get it, my ****
It's Da Siccness (Da Siccness)
You can get your wig split
Or you could calm down
And hit the weed and get your wig split
Tellin' you, ****, fuckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you could really get it, my ****
It's Da Siccness
[Verse 2]
Yes, sir, got a gun in the dresser
This semester, I got a suppressor
I swear that shit shoot like it got a compressor
Yes, grrr, put one in your chest, sir
I'm your rapper's favorite rapper
Only **** runnin' around with a clapper and a spatula
Only **** that do it, ****, never put it past 'em
****, this ain't a movie, you ain't ever gotta cast 'em
Master at it, sarcastically, past the average hit flame
When shit came, **** was sniffin' like they was Rick James
Listen, follow the ripgut, that's how you get game
I spit flame, thirty-two shots, OJ Simpson
I'm like a Dallas Cowboy, they pay attention
I'm like number eleven when teammates is missin' (And what else?)
I'm that **** whose teammate was Scottie Pippen
I'm from the Gardens, ****, I keep it crippin' (What up, cuh?)
[Chorus]
It's Da Siccness (Da Siccness)
You could get your wig split
Or you could calm down
And hit the weed and get your wig split
Tellin' you, ****, fuckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you can really get it, my ****
It's Da Siccness (Da Siccness)
You can get your wig split
Or you could calm down
And hit the weed and get your wig split
Tellin' you, ****, fuckin' with me, you get your wig split
Either way, you could really get it, my ****
It's Da Siccness
Written by: Kevin Mann
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