N Thugz We Trust Yukmouth (Ft. Brotha Lynch Hung & Keak da Sneak)

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[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uh huh
Yeah
That sounds cool
In thugz we trust nigga
Real chopper in your house, nigga

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
See I’m a 51-50, a skitzo in the mix
I keep my pistol in my grip
Should it disappear like mental flicks
You fuck with me, good luck with me I’m buck 50
Got the dump truck with me and Yuk with me
You stuck with me
I’m the heat [?] I break ribs
I get dibs, I spit meals
You get chills, I get deals
I split pills in half, nigga I’m loonie like Yukmouth
Plus the night before Halloween, I ran through your house
With the chop [?], it’s nothing, I spit loogies
It could be you, you, and he to me
I put the S-I-double C in it
I’m M-A-D-E in it, tonight motherfucker
You shouldn’t even begin it
Tonight motherfucker, this is C’s business
Lynch and Yukmouth we don’t leave no eye witnesses
Leave you stuck out in the cold
Bout to stop the whole slow
Bout to pop the 44 to your nose then the story is told