Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank Shot to my brothers house and got them
this songs dedicated... 2 all the niggas bumpin gums n talkin shit behind a niggas bacc, knowin i cant defend myself...if u trippin,oh if u trippin...
as a 'gasm (I guess orgasm, most rap never makes sense, why the fuck should this) I'm more hated than a nazi schwarzeniggaz is my posse... (chorus) Brotha lynch
(lynch): The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me I'm out that
As I bail through the woods of the southside Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch When I peel a dome and bail Gone like hell
You embalmed and ready To get carried Buried up in your grave Trust me, I'm that deadly Just test me if you brave Eklypse I stay sick Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch
And as I bail through the woods of the southside Terror zone nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch When I peel a dome and bail Gone like
50, right around that curb, tight, Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors sideways to the next light (YOU KNOW) An I hit that corner of 24 street, some nigga mean mugging Lynch
, i shouldn't left you without a tight rhyme to step to think of all them weak ass albums you slept through well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you went to my brother
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin
first met in the walmart superstore exchanged phone numbers and we took it from there you informed off da back that you'z a big old player so you got a sorry brotha
(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
(lynch) sick till i mothafuckin die! let me get a little strange. thing is dang kids you know thats what its for you know what i mean? every time i hear
Mia Bruce) can you feel I want to know why dont you just listen to me why dont you listen to me can you feel (Brotha Lynch Hung) 10 O clock at the set Lynch
(lynch): Now I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin' Get away clean with the scheme glock
In the beginning There was darkness And then came the light And everybody was happy Then came the plague And the siccness and the doom followed Then everybody
I woke up early in the mornin still yawnin hit the skiit and its on then I walk my ass out to my car bout to hit the bar but I didn't get far (why not
I'm soft like biscuits But it gets hard like bitches nipples My shit goes hard room, feet in the toilet, won't flush Niggas think they fucking with Lynch