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

[Verse 1: Brotha Hung]
It all started I twisted the lid of the Olde E
And see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??)
my motherfuckering siccmade jacket at
'cause that's the 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 like it could your chest whide open wit it
Well nigga you when I'm round talkin that shit
Bout the that's my kin-folks
Should've known the while you was givin out that info...
...mation, I'll be of that Mason
I hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, fill em all up
Real deal, dig em' a ditch, then they grip
Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac act
My is lethal
Leave the whole town hella
like that band that steppin dead people
It's like that, and you wouldn't know it 'cause I'ma cool ass
Done witt a gang of succas
as I wait for the to heat up like a Hot Pepper
Gotta load fulla Evian
and a trunck FO take no's and I can't let go
you at yo show slippin
Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I heat my
off the with 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 like a pineapple
Die natural!
Five at your send em home in a pinebox
I Lift you out your sox
Pay to the Clock
Its like pass a niggas ass lay em in the grass take suitcase fulla cash and mash
16 in the crumble the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in half
Bloody bath watter, infried nuts and bones locaded at home I think him name is Tyrone
But you know...

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

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

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

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

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