Get Em Brotha Lynch Hung
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[Intro]
Nah, nah, nah, let me tell you what happened
This man, he was trying to kill hisself
He was trying to commit suicide
He was on a big building
He was about to jump off the building, he jumped off the building
There was a firefight happening around the way
The bullet shot him as he—, I don't—, I don't know, I can't explain
Let me ask you niggas (Boom)
[Verse 1]
Have you ever seen a nigga with a half a head?
Twelve-gauge hit a nigga, put his ass to bed
He goin' to Heaven, yeah, that's what the pastor said
Number two pencil, yeah, I filled his ass with lead
Bullets went in him, master of disaster
Faster with the Magnum, past him and I blast him
Sicker than asthma, maybe I need to get violent (Violent)
Pull out the AR-15, make sure it's silent (Make sure it's silent)
Then here come the riot, pop a nigga, make him hop and skip
Drop a nigga, I'm the opposite of a carbon copy, you a floppy disk
(Grr) Here you come with that sloppy shit
Put his body in the ocean in Long Beach right where the cops see shit
I can spit fast like a cheetah, but need to leave it to beaver
Yeah, I eat it raw and come back to the ball like wide receiver
I had to make my own beats
Now I had to clean my own sheets, nigga
Nah, nah, nah, let me tell you what happened
This man, he was trying to kill hisself
He was trying to commit suicide
He was on a big building
He was about to jump off the building, he jumped off the building
There was a firefight happening around the way
The bullet shot him as he—, I don't—, I don't know, I can't explain
Let me ask you niggas (Boom)
[Verse 1]
Have you ever seen a nigga with a half a head?
Twelve-gauge hit a nigga, put his ass to bed
He goin' to Heaven, yeah, that's what the pastor said
Number two pencil, yeah, I filled his ass with lead
Bullets went in him, master of disaster
Faster with the Magnum, past him and I blast him
Sicker than asthma, maybe I need to get violent (Violent)
Pull out the AR-15, make sure it's silent (Make sure it's silent)
Then here come the riot, pop a nigga, make him hop and skip
Drop a nigga, I'm the opposite of a carbon copy, you a floppy disk
(Grr) Here you come with that sloppy shit
Put his body in the ocean in Long Beach right where the cops see shit
I can spit fast like a cheetah, but need to leave it to beaver
Yeah, I eat it raw and come back to the ball like wide receiver
I had to make my own beats
Now I had to clean my own sheets, nigga
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