I Heard That Song B4

[Intro] Sick till I mothafuckin' die! Let me get a little strange Thing is dang, kids you know thats what it's for, you know what I mean? Every time I hear some shit niggas sound more and more like me Makes me wanna quit this shit Hold on, I'mma do it like this [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Try to find me it's like I'm Chinese Somewhere in China they minor them niggas die easy Them niggas winers I make 'em red as the 49ers Leave 'em dead, cut off the head nigga I'm a potent rymer I'm a pokish rifle give an eyeful I'm a sniper Nobody like she cock back snaps like a viper I'm in to makin' niggas quit the game split ya brain hit ya gang Niggas dunno what happened look at the picture frame I'm fifty-one-fifty mixed with cocaine toe maine Poison em put your boys in there after you get ate they get the same I'm insane something stuck in my membrane its them thangs Tummy tuck em and then change clothes change shoes Range rove your brain froze They lose they know I could rip a nigga to smithereens I snake when I slither in then I'mma get my bitch to get the keys Ain't that a bitch that nigga sounds like a Mini-Me I'm tellin' you [Hook] I heard that song before I heard it somewhere No other rappers rap like the fo Is he an impostor i just want you niggas to know You got a thin roster I'mma eat em up like shrimp, lobsters Impostors I heard that song I swear, I heard it somewhere No other rappers rap like the fo Is he an impostor? I just want you niggas to know You got a thin roster, shoot 'em up in they motherfuckin' heads Impostors