[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Left his blood on da rug
Evidence
Could have been mine and his so i been stressed out eva since
Left him on the concrete with his head split
Found out where i live by this
By this punk bitch
Knowin its bout to crack like an indo sack im hella fucked up
So with the heat i commence a peak out the window
Waitin
Run out the indo
Shakin niggas like Barry Sanders cuz they weak
They weak
Hella weak
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
And i'm at my peak when i'm buckin at my enemy
Its like ten of m
Choppin down trees
Twistin up leaves
Bout to make niggas bleed
Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut
Get away got away rip gut
Hit em up with enough lead stuff to turn em into a magnet
Body in da dragnet
Keep my dickies saggin blue flaggin
Body draggin down the street to the end of the creek and seatful you seatin
Creepin through da grass
The gardens they call it
And i be draggin on a garcia vega with the green flava
Neighbahood make a break a duece four
Fuck a ho
A lot a niggas dont know
But its lose a ho gain a ho
So bruise a ho whos ta know
Youll need to follow me up
Leave your body in the back of an '84 cut all chopped up
Look through my window at night and you can get glass in your eye
After that your ass gonna die
Screamin and thas no lie
You'll be passin me by
Every night until i come out wit the mini mac
And attack like a pit bull off that dumb shit you pulled
Left his blood on da rug
Evidence
Could have been mine and his so i been stressed out eva since
Left him on the concrete with his head split
Found out where i live by this
By this punk bitch
Knowin its bout to crack like an indo sack im hella fucked up
So with the heat i commence a peak out the window
Waitin
Run out the indo
Shakin niggas like Barry Sanders cuz they weak
They weak
Hella weak
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
And i'm at my peak when i'm buckin at my enemy
Its like ten of m
Choppin down trees
Twistin up leaves
Bout to make niggas bleed
Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut
Get away got away rip gut
Hit em up with enough lead stuff to turn em into a magnet
Body in da dragnet
Keep my dickies saggin blue flaggin
Body draggin down the street to the end of the creek and seatful you seatin
Creepin through da grass
The gardens they call it
And i be draggin on a garcia vega with the green flava
Neighbahood make a break a duece four
Fuck a ho
A lot a niggas dont know
But its lose a ho gain a ho
So bruise a ho whos ta know
Youll need to follow me up
Leave your body in the back of an '84 cut all chopped up
Look through my window at night and you can get glass in your eye
After that your ass gonna die
Screamin and thas no lie
You'll be passin me by
Every night until i come out wit the mini mac
And attack like a pit bull off that dumb shit you pulled
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