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[Chorus: Lynch Hung]
That kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his the back of his neck left
And you don't know nuthin but the gotta away
4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, have had gin in the cup
'cause I'm swervin in the fast-lane be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)

1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It all started I twisted the lid of the Olde E
And see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??)
Where my siccmade jacket at
that's the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out shoes
It was the pressure from the gage(the twenty gage)
Felt it could split your chest whide open wit it
Well nigga you should I'm round talkin that shit
Bout the nigga that's my
Should've known the deal while you was givin out info...
...mation, I'll be of Parry Mason
When I hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, em all up
Real deal, dig em' a ditch, then take they
Put em in the back of the Cadillac em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is
Leave the whole town hella
like band that steppin over dead people
like that, and you wouldn't know it 'cause I'ma cool ass mufucca
Done witt a gang of succas
as I for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper
Gotta whole load fulla
and a trunck FO take no's and I can't let go
Catch you at yo show
Hoes trippin, rippin in the street after I heat my heat
off the hook this siccmade shit, straight made nigga
Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the nigga
Off the Thunder Burger and and O 8
Easy on the liver make me kill a nigga
Split you head a pineapple
Die natural!
Five at dome send em home in a pinebox
I mean Lift you out sox
Pay to the Clock
Its like Half pass a niggas ass lay em in the grass take suitcase fulla and mash
16 in the clip the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in half
Bloody bath watter, infried nigga nuts and bones locaded at home I think him name is
But you know...

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch
That motherfucker sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his the back of his neck left
And you don't know nuthin but the killa away
Before 4.30 in the I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the up, must have had gin in the cup
'cause I'm in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)

[Verse 2: Lynch Hung]
You can call me black Sadam
Pump St through my vein ass nigga
You can see me on the southside of the
Man remembered by the ((opposet)) nigga that flod the
Get ready for pretty if you sicc like Frank Nitty
Sucked blood my momas tittie - instead of milk
Played murda muzicc in my tape - instead of Silkk
End up killen one of them
So fuck them hoes, they like
killin niggas like they gots to go
woke up at 3 am - got til seven
in my what you ma call it headin throughwards heaven, whit my
50 sacc of shit, that'll make you get there
About 11:30 with T-shirt dirty,
I'm worthy like James as ventured in this faulty game
In a mainframe, that I ruffed n away, then hit the plane
15 guts on a tripple beam scale
acual contact from the strap I hale nigga

[Chorus: Lynch Hung]
That kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the of his neck left
And you don't nuthin but the killa gotta away
4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the up, must have had gin in the cup
'cause I'm swervin in the fast-lane be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)

[Verse 3: Lynch Hung]
They got this motherfucker up
And from the sound of the I got hella motherfuckers runnin up
What should I do about these fleas?
Give em all they want and put seeds in they weed
Figga a way out this nigga I know you got me in
But I got you on scanner so plan way (anotha way)
me it was (?Coda steady?)
But I you slippin like pimpin
and bankin like (?Trail Leonard?)
Hit your workin these swine
tripp time get's as you meat the Grim reapa
in the form of a man M 24 5 got your brains leaking I'm peakin
That's why these nigga wanna rip me
I'm rollin squeeky and you ma want call it
witta .45 in my pocket and I'm a young
Like P-Folks I had to make it
Sacramentos wanted I gotta keep packin, 'cause of that
My favorite cousin go four years
And when his little brotha died he showed me no
your is shit get deep as the ocean
Take a niggas blood and rub it on like lotion
It was like: apon a time a long time ago
I was 9 milis in a pussy hole
Get of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i gotta go to a
when don't know I'm the leath nigga given up my info

Brotha Lynch Hung]
That motherfucker kept sniffin for
Put the in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta
4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must had gin in the cup
'cause I'm in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)