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[Chorus: Brotha 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 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 fast-lane be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)

1: Brotha Lynch 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 the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah when I you out your shoes
It was the from the twenty gage(the twenty gage)
Felt it could split your chest whide open wit it
nigga you should when I'm round talkin that shit
Bout the nigga 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, em all up, kill em all up, fill em all up
Real deal, dig em' a ditch, then take they
Put em in the of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is
Leave the whole town smokey
like that band that steppin dead people
like that, and you wouldn't know it 'cause I'ma cool ass mufucca
Done delt a gang of succas
as I for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper
Gotta load fulla Evian
and a trunck fulla FO take and I can't let go
you at yo show slippin
Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I my heat
off the hook with siccmade shit, straight made nigga
Fuck it, pass me the straight liquor to the face nigga
Off the Thunder and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the liver still make me kill a
Split you head like a
Die natural!
Five at your dome em home in a pinebox
I mean you out your sox
Pay attention to the
Its like Half pass a niggas ass lay em in the grass take fulla cash and mash
16 in the clip crumble the urb roll a 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 Lynch
That motherfucker sniffin 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, have had gin in the cup
'cause I'm swervin in the gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)

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

Brotha Lynch Hung]
That kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the of his neck 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 fast-lane be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch
got this motherfucker twisted up
And from the sound of the barrle I got hella runnin up
What should I do about fuckin fleas?
Give em all want and put they seeds in they weed
Figga a way out this nigga I you got me in file
But I got you on so plan anotha way (anotha way)
me it was (?Coda steady?)
But I you slippin like pimpin
and shake like (?Trail Leonard?)
Hit your mind workin swine
tripp get's 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 alcoholic
P-Folks I had to make it happen
Sacramentos most I gotta keep packin, 'cause of that
My favorite cousin just go years
And when his brotha died he showed me no tears
your point is shit get as the ocean
Take a shiesty niggas and rub it on like lotion
It was like: once apon a 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
they don't know I'm the leath nigga given up my info

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch
motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the of his neck left
And you don't know 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 fast-lane gotta be em up
(X-caliba *echo*)