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[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*)