Where I Came Up At Brotha Lynch Hung

Where I Came Up At
Brotha Lynch Hung
Album: The Fixxx


(Where I Come Up At)
This is the valley
Don’t get it twisted up
You can get you necklace twisted off
You can get ur wigsplitted up (Where I Come Up At)
Southside
Til I get turned inside out
You better pack up and fly down south (Where I Come Up At)
Before I get sicc and I split ya nuts
Im mixed with a
Pit bull and a rottwieler (Where I Come Up At)
A shot calla
Yall niggas need to
Stop all the
Talkin (Where I Come Up At)
Like yall ballin
Cause we not
Might run up in ya weed spot
With the teeter totter
Take all ya weight
Break all ya yay
Split ya face (Where I Come Up At)
With a concussion
Roll up with no discussion
Bustin
Just in
It time
I got you for ya mind
Now Im headed back out to (Where I Come Up At)
I fly to
Sacramento
Some call it
Sac of indo
Some call it
Mac a mento
Some call it
Brother Lynch Hung (Where I Come Up At)
Some call it a
Cowtown
With the AKA before you bow down
Lynch by Inch
Ya death
Someone gonna fuck around
Someone gonna buck you down (Where I Come Up At)
Someone gonna cut you up
Someone gonna buck they puff
Someone in the city gonna get with him
Get up