Songtexte:
Brotha Lynch Hung The Ripgut Collection

Strikin' through the deuce wit the 40 in ma mouth The nigga wit the rep of athiest-a-mistik doubt rippin' the label off the 4-0...based on the fact I

[Verse 1:] I mix it with a bit of bakin soda, In this crack sack in the back pack before I make em older, I put em in the game, nigga imma franchise

[Chorus x2] DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE (fuck it....psychological) [verse one] Siccmade music

Hey, Yeah Come here, Wussup Let me tell you something, Humm? Do me this favor, What favor? I want you to take care of my kids for me I'll be right back