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[Chorus: Brotha Hung]
That motherfucker kept sniffin for
Put the plastic in his the back of his neck left
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: Lynch Hung]
It all when I twisted the lid of the Olde E
And see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??)
Where my siccmade jacket at
'cause the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war when I lifted you out your shoes
It was the pressure the twenty gage(the twenty gage)
Felt like it could split your whide open wit it
nigga you should when I'm round talkin that shit
Bout the that's my kin-folks
Should've known the deal while you was givin out info...
...mation, be of that Parry 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 take grip
Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my gonna act
My tactics is
Leave the whole hella smokey
like that band that steppin over people
like that, and you wouldn't know it 'cause I'ma cool ass mufucca
Done delt witt a of succas
as I wait for the city to up like a Hot Pepper
Gotta whole fulla Evian
and a trunck fulla FO take no's and I let go
Catch you at yo slippin
Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the after I heat my heat
off the with this siccmade shit, straight made nigga
Fuck it, pass me the straight liquor to the face nigga
Off the Burger and Kool-Aid 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 attention to the
Its like Half pass a niggas ass lay em in the 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: Brotha Hung]
That motherfucker kept sniffin for
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 windows up, must had gin in the cup
I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)

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

[Chorus: Brotha Hung]
That motherfucker sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck
And you don't nuthin but the killa gotta away
4.30 in the morning 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 motherfuckers up
What should I do about fuckin fleas?
Give em all they want and put they in they weed
a way out this nigga I know you got me in file
But I got you on so plan 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 time deepa as you meat the Grim reapa
in the form of a man double M 24 5 got brains leaking I'm peakin
That's why nigga wanna rip keep me
I'm rollin and what you ma want call it
witta .45 in my pocket and I'm a alcoholic
Like P-Folks I had to it happen
Sacramentos most wanted I gotta keep packin, of that
My favorite cousin just go four
And when his little brotha he showed me no tears
your 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 pussy
Get of the Ol 8 old moe then i gotta go to a spot
when they don't know I'm the leath given up my info

[Chorus: Brotha Hung]
That motherfucker kept for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck
And you know nuthin but the killa gotta away
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 swervin in the fast-lane gotta be em up
(X-caliba *echo*)