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[Chorus: Brotha Hung]
That motherfucker kept sniffin for
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his left
And you know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the
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*)

[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 motherfuckering jacket at
'cause the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out shoes
It was the from the twenty gage(the twenty gage)
Felt like it could split your chest whide wit it
nigga you should when I'm round talkin that shit
Bout the that's my kin-folks
Should've known the deal you was givin out that info...
...mation, I'll be of that Parry
When I hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, em all up
Real deal, dig em' a ditch, take they grip
Put em in the back of the Cadillac em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is
the whole town hella smokey
like that band that over dead people
It's like that, and you wouldn't know it 'cause I'ma ass mufucca
Done delt witt a gang of
as I wait for the city to heat up a Hot Pepper
Gotta load fulla Evian
and a fulla FO take no's and I can't let go
you at yo show slippin
Hoes trippin, rows in the street after I heat my heat
off the hook with siccmade shit, straight made nigga
Fuck it, me the straight lace liquor to the face nigga
Off the Thunder and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the still make me kill a nigga
you head like a pineapple
Die natural!
Five at your 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 clip crumble the urb roll a sliff bout to you brain split in half
Bloody bath watter, infried nigga nuts and bones locaded at home I him name is Tyrone
But you know...

[Chorus: Lynch Hung]
That kept 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 I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, have 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 Huseain
Pump St Idees through my vein ass
You can see me on the of the street
Man remembered by the ((opposet)) that flod the city
Get ready for pretty if you sicc like Frank Nitty
Sucked blood my momas tittie - instead of milk
Played murda muzicc in my tape deck - instead of
End up one of them motherfuckers
So fuck them hoes, they like
havin killin niggas like gots to go
woke up at 3 am - got high til
Jumped in my what you ma call it headin throughwards heaven, my
50 of some shit, that'll make you get there
About 11:30 your T-shirt dirty,
I'm worthy strapped James as ventured in this faulty game
In a mainframe, I ruffed n bucked away, then hit the plane
15 guts on a tripple scale nigga
acual contact from the that I hale nigga

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

[Verse 3: Brotha Hung]
They got motherfucker twisted up
And from the sound of the barrle I got motherfuckers runnin up
What should I do about these fleas?
Give em all they and put they seeds in they weed
Figga a way out this 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 shake like (?Trail Leonard?)
Hit your mind workin swine
tripp time get's deepa as you meat the Grim
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 squeeky and what you ma want it
witta .45 in my pocket and I'm a alcoholic
Like P-Folks I had to make it
Sacramentos most wanted I keep packin, 'cause of that
My cousin just go four years
And when his little brotha died he showed me no
your point is shit get as the ocean
Take a shiesty niggas blood and rub it on like
It was like: apon a time a long time ago
I was sticken 9 in a pussy hole
Get of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i go to a spot
when they don't know I'm the nigga given 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
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 gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)