[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but the killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinning em up
(X-caliba)
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E
And C-A-R-I-double-O-E imported LTD
Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacket at
Cause that's the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes
It was that pressure from the 20-gauge (that 20-gauge)
Felt like it cause your chest split wide open with it
Well nigga you shouldn't went around talking that shit
Bout the nigga that's my kin-folks
Should knew the real while you was giving up that info...
...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason
When I hit em all up, grip em all up, rip em, kill em all up, fill em all up, lick em, real em, deal em, dig a ditch give em hit a lick then take the grip
Put em in the back of the Cadillac
Show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is lethal
Leave the whole town hella smokey
Like the bandits that stepping over dead people
It's like that
And you wouldn't know it cause I'ma cool ass motherfucker
Then dump with a gang of suckers
As I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper
Got a whole load full of Evian
And a trunk full of FO take no's and I can't let go
Catch you at yo show slipping
Hoes tripping
Rows ripping
In the street after I heat my heat off the hook with this siccmade shit
Straight made nigga
Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor
To the face nigga
Off the Thunderbird and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga
Split you head like a pineapple
Die natural!
Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox
Lift you out your socks
Pay attention to the Glock
Half past a niggas ass lay him in the grass take suitcase full of cash and mash
16 in the clip crumble the herb roll a spliff bout to watch your brain split in half
Bloody bath water and fried nigga nuts and bones
Located at home I think him name is Tyrone
But you know...
That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but the killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinning em up
(X-caliba)
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E
And C-A-R-I-double-O-E imported LTD
Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacket at
Cause that's the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes
It was that pressure from the 20-gauge (that 20-gauge)
Felt like it cause your chest split wide open with it
Well nigga you shouldn't went around talking that shit
Bout the nigga that's my kin-folks
Should knew the real while you was giving up that info...
...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason
When I hit em all up, grip em all up, rip em, kill em all up, fill em all up, lick em, real em, deal em, dig a ditch give em hit a lick then take the grip
Put em in the back of the Cadillac
Show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is lethal
Leave the whole town hella smokey
Like the bandits that stepping over dead people
It's like that
And you wouldn't know it cause I'ma cool ass motherfucker
Then dump with a gang of suckers
As I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper
Got a whole load full of Evian
And a trunk full of FO take no's and I can't let go
Catch you at yo show slipping
Hoes tripping
Rows ripping
In the street after I heat my heat off the hook with this siccmade shit
Straight made nigga
Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor
To the face nigga
Off the Thunderbird and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga
Split you head like a pineapple
Die natural!
Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox
Lift you out your socks
Pay attention to the Glock
Half past a niggas ass lay him in the grass take suitcase full of cash and mash
16 in the clip crumble the herb roll a spliff bout to watch your brain split in half
Bloody bath water and fried nigga nuts and bones
Located at home I think him name is Tyrone
But you know...
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