Liquor Sicc
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics


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Look up in the sky it's a motherfuckin slug
Some nigga done let one off and only my cousins sheddin' blood
That loccest muthafucka from 29 st. throwin up his flag
some nigga got madd and went to the crib with a .45 mag
returned to the set-up and let my cousin have it
that nigga that died for the garden blocc
gang did time for the garden blocc
and ended up stuck in a muthafuckin casket but i don't be givin a fuck
I'm tappin up in your program before you know it
I'm creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black drop-top broham
with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk
and a fat purple kush blunt so call it what you want
I call it the fever of da funkhouse
Dumpin gauge shells in that ass leavin you face down
chest down with a gang of guts hangin out yo ass nigga
you know tha process they want to kill me
now I'm a dead man walkin to my funeral can you feel me
now and if die before your set gets blasted
that's on the garden cause I'm gonna rise up out my casket

Chorus: repeat x2

I'm liquor sicc and I just might lose control
so load your clips loccs cause we ridin for our foes


And I'm out in ' 65 hardtop impala lookin for that 187
there we go and right behind em bustin wit my mac 11
straight bumpa to bumpa 12 gage pumpin was that little X loccsta
givin up his set and dumpin on niggas just like he's supposed ta
nigga this is real deal shit its not about crip or blood
it's about pay back that family loves
so nigga now fuck yo whole click
like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me fo my fuckin tapes
them baby rapes so nigga get out my fuckin face
If I was really bangin niggaz would know
cause I'd have they whole set lookin like L.A. when da earthquake hit
nigga fuckin wit my tech I'm from da garden blocc
No matter what nobody say I'm makin my money
and not lettin that bangin shit get in my way
Niggaz get mad they want to see the lynch rippin
I'm wearing blue yeah but motherfucker I ain't even trippin
but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc,and Sicx my cousin eclipse
and 2 of my kidz nigga catch these clips

Chorus

[Hung]
There ain't no fuckin way my cousin's
gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation




there ain't no fuckin way that motherfucker died for that blocc
so lets heat them motherfuckin glocks (2x)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Brotha Lynch Hung's "Liquor Sicc" touch upon themes of gang violence, retribution, and death. The song depicts a world where neighborhoods are defined by gang affiliation, and violence is the norm. The first verse speaks of a drive-by shooting that ends in the death of the singer's cousin. The anger and raw emotion are palpable as the music and lyrics match the intensity of the subject matter. The chorus repeats the line "I'm liquor sicc, and I just might lose control," further emphasizing the lack of control felt by the youth in this gang-infested world.


The second verse takes on a more personal tone, with Brotha Lynch Hung rapping about a confrontation with a rival. The lyrics suggest that he is not a gang member but is willing to use violence to protect his family. The line "it's not about crip or blood, it's about payback that family loves" highlights the dangerous and personal nature of gang violence. Brotha Lynch Hung's musical style is unique and confrontational, which serves to underscore the intensity of the message he is trying to deliver.


Overall, "Liquor Sicc" is a powerful commentary on gang violence and its effects on individuals and communities. The song is a stark reminder of the dangers associated with gang membership and the toll it takes on its victims.


Line by Line Meaning

Look up in the sky it's a motherfuckin slug
Someone shot a gun in the air, and the bullet is still visible in the sky.


Some nigga done let one off and only my cousins sheddin' blood
A gun was fired, and only my family member was killed.


That loccest muthafucka from 29 st. throwin up his flag
A gang member from 29th street is showing off his loyalty to his gang by waving its flag.


some nigga got madd and went to the crib with a .45 mag
Someone got angry and went home to get a .45 caliber magnum gun.


returned to the set-up and let my cousin have it
The angry person came back to the crime scene and shot my cousin to death.


that nigga that died for the garden blocc
The person who died was a member of the Garden Blocc gang.


gang did time for the garden blocc
The gang member spent time in jail for being in the Garden Blocc gang.


and ended up stuck in a muthafuckin casket but i don't be givin a fuck
The person who died ended up in a coffin, but I don't care.


I'm tappin up in your program before you know it
I am secretly infiltrating your group before you are aware of it.


I'm creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black drop-top broham
I am sneaking up on you in a black car with the top down.


with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk
I have a shotgun and ammunition in the trunk of my car.


and a fat purple kush blunt so call it what you want, I call it the fever of da funkhouse
I have a large, high-quality marijuana cigarette, which I refer to as the feeling of the funkhouse.


Dumpin gauge shells in that ass leaving you face down chest down with a gang of guts hangin out yo ass nigga
I am firing shotgun shells into your body, causing you to fall face down with your intestines spilling out.


you know tha process they want to kill me
You are aware that people are attempting to murder me.


now I'm a dead man walkin to my funeral can you feel me
I am aware that I will likely die soon, and I am asking if you relate to that.


now and if die before your set gets blasted
If I die before your group can be attacked,


that's on the garden cause I'm gonna rise up out my casket
If that happens, my gang, the Garden Blocc, will ensure that I come back from the dead.


I'm liquor sicc and I just might lose control
I am addicted to alcohol and may act out of control.


So load your clips loccs cause we ridin for our foes
Prepare your guns, fellow gang members - we are going after our enemies.


And I'm out a '65 hardtop Impala lookin for that 187
I am driving a 1965 Chevrolet Impala and searching for someone to kill.


there we go and right behind em bustin wit my mac 11
There is our target, and I am firing my MAC-11 machine pistol at them.


straight bumpa to bumpa 12 gage pumpin was that little X loccsta
Our cars are close together, and someone in the other car is firing a shotgun.


givin up his set and dumpin on niggas just like he's supposed ta
Someone from our gang is shooting at our enemies as they are supposed to.


nigga this is real deal shit its not about crip or blood
This is genuinely dangerous, not just an act like it is for some gang members.


it's about payback that family loves
This is a mission of revenge because our family has been hurt.


so nigga now fuck yo whole click
Now we are targeting the entire opposing group.


like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me fo my fuckin tapes
There are a lot of people after me because they want my music tapes.


them baby rapes so nigga get out my fuckin face
They are acting like criminals who commit rape, so leave me alone.


If I was really bangin niggaz would know
If I were truly devoted to being a gang member, everyone would be aware of it.


cause I'd have they whole set lookin like L.A. when da earthquake hit
If I were truly committed, I would do enough damage to their group to make it look like a disaster.


nigga fuckin wit my tech I'm from da garden blocc
Don't mess with my weapons; I am a member of the Garden Blocc gang.


No matter what nobody say I'm makin my money
I'm getting rich regardless of what anyone else thinks.


and not lettin that bangin shit get in my way
I am not going to let gang activities interfere with my success.


Niggaz get mad they want to see the lynch rippin
Other people in the gang want to see me commit violent acts.


I'm wearing blue yeah but motherfucker I ain't even Trippin
I am wearing blue, the color of our gang, but I don't care that much about it.


but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc, and Sicx my cousin eclipse and 2 of my kidz nigga catch these clips
I will take revenge for my dead relatives, by killing people on the opposing side.


There ain't no fuckin way my cousin's gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
I won't let my family members be killed without a response.


there ain't no fuckin way that motherfucker died for that blocc
The murder of my cousin was not worth being a part of the Garden Blocc gang.


so lets heat them motherfuckin glocks (2x)
We need to prepare our guns and be ready to fight back.




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@dopam1nedude676

My cousin died today and he introduced me to Lynch 22 years ago and this got me hooked. RIP DAN SHEPHERD

@monteanderson5165

That's right folks

@Bobeb-ee5ox

My 15th lod loves this shit

@brendenbrady

On the locc RIP DAN SHEPHERD

@paytonreynolds1103

I'm sorry for your loss

@fvenegas9ine

Damn, I remember walking home from high school and my homie who was walking next to me says, "yo, check this lynch shit out, it just came out..." I was blown the fuck away. Been bumpin' the shit ever since. Gooooooo Lynch!

@xxxgammaxxx

Walkman

@nWoPorViDa

I remember listening to this while popping caps out a 93 Cavalier with gold spok rims.
At the CA13 gang in San Antonio Westside projects.

@soullessraven4045

You were in the golden times

@scottfoster4548

One of the most underrated albums ever!

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