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[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nothing but the killa gotta away Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinning em up (X-caliba) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E And C-A-R-I-double-O-E imported LTD Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacket at Cause that's the only one I could use When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes It was that pressure from the twenty game (that twenty game) Felt like it cause your chest split wide open with it Well nigga you shouldn't when I'm round talking that shit Bout the nigga that's my kin-folks Should knew the real while you was giving up that info... ...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason When I hit em all up, grip em all up, rip em, kill em all up, fill em all up, lick em, real em, deal em, dig a ditch give em hit a lick then take the grip Put em in the back of the Cadillac Show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act My tactics is lethal Leave the whole town hella smokey Like the bandits that stepping over dead people It's like that And you wouldn't know it cause I'ma cool ass motherfucker Then dump with a gang of succas As I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper Gotta whole load full of Evian And a trunk full of FO take no's and I can't let go Catch you at yo show slipping Hoes tripping Rows ripping In the street after I heat my heat off the hook with this siccmade shit Straight made nigga Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor To the face nigga Off the Thunder Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8 Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga Split you head like a pineapple Die natural! Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox Lift you out your socks Pay attention to the Glock Half past a niggas ass where aiming at the grass take suitcase full of cash and mash 16 in the clip crumble the herb roll a spliff bout to watch your brain split in half Bloody bath water and fried nigga nuts and bones Located at home I think him name is Tyrone But you know... [Hook] [Verse 2] You can call me black Saddam Hussein Pump cyanide through my vein ass nigga You can see me on the south side of the street Marinated by the opposite nigga that flood the city Get ready for something pretty if you sick like Frank Nitty Sucked blood from my mommas titties - instead of milk Played murder music in my tape deck - instead of Silk Ende up killen one of them motherfuckers So fuck them hoes, they like Grim Having killin niggas like they gots to go With the 380M - got high til seven Jump in what you call it headin towards heaven With my 50 sack of some shit, that'll make you get there About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty I'm worthy strapped like James as ventured in this faulty game In a mainframe, that I bucked in ruff terrain, then hit the plane 15 guts on a triple beam scale nigga Actual contact from the strap that I hale nigga [Hook] [Verse 3] They got this motherfucker twisted up And from the sound of the barrel I got hella motherfuckers running up What should I do about these fucking fleas? Give em all A-1 and put they disease in they weed Figure a way out this nigga I know you got me on file But I got you on scanner so plan another way (another way) Told me it was cool and steady But I catch you slipping like pimping And shake banking like (?Trail Leonard?) Hit your mind working these swine Tripp time get's deeper as you meat the Grim Reaper In the form of a man double M 24 5 got your brains leaking I'm peaking That's why these niggas wanna rip keep me I'm rolling squeaky and what you want call it With a .45 in my pocket and I'm a young alcoholic Like P-Folks I had to make it happen Sacramento's most wanted I gotta keep packing, cause of that My favorite cousin just got four years And when his little brother died he showed me no tears Whats your point? Your point is you get deep as the ocean Take a shiesty niggas blood and rub it on like lotion It was like Once upon a time a long time ago I was sticking 9 millis in a pussy hole Get of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i gotta go to a spot When they don't know I'm the lethal nigga given up my info [Hook]
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