[Hung] 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.
(Lynch) I know, you remember Holiday Inn Had to hit it from the back drinkin OE and gin I used to eat pussy up, I can't lie, that's really real, really
(lynch): Now on my briefcase was some crumbled weed A pack of saravegas and a 24 ounce o.e. Might as well skeez these couple of hoes In my 69 malibu sittin
(Phone Rings) Lynch: What up? Other Man: hey nigga hey nigga peep game nigga i got me this lil' old tricc from tha other side you know what im sayin
't got no love for me) (niggas wanna put some slugs in me) So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven Brotha lynch hung, but the bitches
[Chorus] **Fades In** So if you wanna get fucked up Pour some licker in your cup When you pass out or throw up homey Then you had enough And I don't wanna
(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x I re-fuse to lose Fuck them 22's I got an AP 10 and a throwaway Tech 9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (Verse1) (Lynch) If
right next to my 'causezin E Mill nigga, you know what I'm sayin? And dat's on da Blocc nigga. However you wanna handle dat shit nigga. [Brotha Lynch
For shootin' shadows up in the dark And tryin' to bite before he bark And when his heart stops From the metal blue blocks up in the cut They try to lynch
verse 1: man these wicked streets will drive a nigga insane the week a cock back and put a pistol to da brain weed alcohol nicotine and cocaine the plot
dick perm Brotha lynch hung (with sicx): Niggas on the triple bout it muthaphukkin broke ass bitch, whos in it (the triple sicx), and brotha lynch hung
) Nigga now I shit lyrics, but I can't use 'em, have your son Tripping brotha lynch hung loopin', They be off that bottle talkin' 'bout, "brotha lynch
(Brotha Lynch) Yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker For the 9 whatever the fuck You know I ain't dead yet I'm with my real loc niggas I was a dead man
brothers cocaine white nova shift kit, high rise manifold, 350 motor told her i was two years older 'cause i run through ho's like pounds of the douja'. Chorus x3 (Lynch
clues that love to watch my aura glisten, They still don't listen I...i got pot that's hot to trot, can't stop, won't stop I got lynch hung in my backseat
Brotha Lynch: (Talking) Yeah man, ya know, I was trying to tell you nigga man, that nigga was trippin out man. I did all kinds of shit, for him and
Crash dummie your careers defected and you ain't sold a record last time i Checked it you just keep knockn I fell disrespected now yo neck got Disconnected by the lynch hung
when I pack me a gun and oh, when I was young I dreamt of feedin' them niggas up of niggas nuts and soufley a' la dun Motherfuckas get hung, my bullet