(Brotha Lynch Hung)
My peoples... My peoples
We must maintain G- Status
(Singing)
Thinking about living with out you
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Based on technicalities, Ill nature and our future. Fuck
Work with the mic, work with the mic
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I put the pedal to the metal in that niggas rag top
After I left him in his back seat, chockin and hopin that his life won't end tonight
Had to take him for his fifty, cause it was so tight
Hit the corner in it, In a minute
I'm bout to decorate somebody mortuary wit bone dust
Fuck niggas I don't trust they venemous
I bend a muskrat nigga like you in half
Have you takin short breaths inside a death blood bath
Pullin niggas apart like bammer weed, takin em for their 3-fifty
Hit the corner of Watt and Whitney, that's where that green shit be
Fifty sack and i'm out with a bitch that I don't know
About to hit the momo back to lose a ho gain a ho
So who's to know bruise a ho up like me or not
Whether i'm livin out my momma house or in the back of my whatchamacallit
Doin thangs us niggas do
Get me another one of them faulty bitches pervin off the ole 8 brew
Then what you do, I smile in they face
Then leave they muthafuckin body in a casketcase
I'm a basketcase, everyday all day to the day I die
I'mma kill'em all up fill'em all up lick'em, wheel'em, deal'em
Dig'em a ditch then stick the bitch
My peoples... My peoples
We must maintain G- Status
(Singing)
Thinking about living with out you
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Based on technicalities, Ill nature and our future. Fuck
Work with the mic, work with the mic
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I put the pedal to the metal in that niggas rag top
After I left him in his back seat, chockin and hopin that his life won't end tonight
Had to take him for his fifty, cause it was so tight
Hit the corner in it, In a minute
I'm bout to decorate somebody mortuary wit bone dust
Fuck niggas I don't trust they venemous
I bend a muskrat nigga like you in half
Have you takin short breaths inside a death blood bath
Pullin niggas apart like bammer weed, takin em for their 3-fifty
Hit the corner of Watt and Whitney, that's where that green shit be
Fifty sack and i'm out with a bitch that I don't know
About to hit the momo back to lose a ho gain a ho
So who's to know bruise a ho up like me or not
Whether i'm livin out my momma house or in the back of my whatchamacallit
Doin thangs us niggas do
Get me another one of them faulty bitches pervin off the ole 8 brew
Then what you do, I smile in they face
Then leave they muthafuckin body in a casketcase
I'm a basketcase, everyday all day to the day I die
I'mma kill'em all up fill'em all up lick'em, wheel'em, deal'em
Dig'em a ditch then stick the bitch
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