[Chorus: Brotha Hung] motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the 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 up, must have had gin in the cup 'cause I'm 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... ... ... (??) Where my motherfuckering siccmade at 'cause that's the one I could use When I saw you at the war yeah when I you out your shoes It was the pressure from the gage(the twenty gage) Felt like it 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, em all up, fill em all up Real deal, dig em' a ditch, take they grip Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my gonna act My is lethal the whole town hella smokey like that band that over dead people It's that, and you wouldn't know it 'cause I'ma cool ass mufucca Done delt a gang of succas as I wait for the city to up like a Hot Pepper Gotta whole fulla Evian and a trunck FO take no's and I can't let go Catch you at yo slippin Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I heat my off the hook this siccmade shit, straight made nigga Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the nigga Off the Thunder and Kool-Aid and O 8 Easy on the still make me kill a nigga Split you head a pineapple Die natural! Five at your send em home in a pinebox I mean Lift you out 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 clip the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in half Bloody watter, infried nigga nuts and bones locaded at home I think him name is Tyrone But you know...
[Chorus: Brotha Hung] motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his 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, have had gin in the cup 'cause I'm swervin in the fast-lane be spinnin em up (X-caliba *echo*)
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch You can me black Sadam Huseain 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 some pretty if you sicc like Nitty Sucked blood from my momas tittie - instead of Played murda muzicc in my deck - 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 Jumped in my what you ma call it headin throughwards heaven, my 50 sacc of shit, that'll make you get there About with your T-shirt dirty, I'm worthy strapped like James as in this faulty game In a mainframe, that I ruffed n bucked away, hit the plane 15 guts on a beam scale nigga acual contact from the strap I hale nigga
[Chorus: Brotha Hung] That kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck And you don't know but the killa gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm in the 6-Tre Wit the up, must have had gin in the cup 'cause I'm swervin in the gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba *echo*)
3: Brotha Lynch Hung] They got this twisted up And from the of the barrle I got hella motherfuckers runnin up What should I do about fuckin fleas? Give em all they want and put they seeds in weed Figga a way out nigga I know you got me in file But I got you on scanner so plan way (anotha way) me it was (?Coda steady?) But I you slippin like pimpin and shake bankin (?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 these wanna rip keep me I'm rollin squeeky and what you ma want it witta .45 in my pocket and I'm a young P-Folks I had to make it happen Sacramentos most wanted I gotta packin, 'cause of that My favorite just go four years And when his brotha died he showed me no tears your point is shit get as the ocean a shiesty niggas blood and rub it on like lotion It was like: once a time a long time ago I was sticken 9 milis in a hole Get of the Ol 8 old moe then i gotta go to a spot when they don't know I'm the leath nigga up my info
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch That kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his 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 windows up, must had gin in the cup 'cause I'm in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba *echo*)