[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I used to push twenty-fo' deep in '92 like cocaine
Had them gangsta niggas riled up doin' it wit no name
Stayin' at the roach motel two for two cheese hamburger deals
Doin' shows in broke down clubs just to get a meal (Just to get a meal)
I'ma keep it real it was all skills that paid your bills
And the fact that you don't pay niggas that shit gon' get you killed
But don't worry about me partna', like I said I'm already dead
And I hold this infrared point blank range steadily at your head
'Cause I'm a blocc nigga you know what happens when you fuckin' wit us (fuckin' wit us)
We cut your tongues off switch niggas and stuff bloody 'em up (bloody 'em up)
Run up in the cut, fucc it up, rough you up and put you up (Put you up)
These broke niggas don't give a mothafuck (Mothafuck)
I want that meal ticket and we never will kick it 'cause you funny style
Still wouldn't fuck wit you even if you gave me my money now
Funny how ridaz get bought up, you about to get caught up like Bo King
You be gettin' niggas that's why you ain't got no team nigga
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up wit' enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
So fuck your record company I'm about to blast off
Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up wit' enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
Fuck your record company I'm about to blast off
I used to push twenty-fo' deep in '92 like cocaine
Had them gangsta niggas riled up doin' it wit no name
Stayin' at the roach motel two for two cheese hamburger deals
Doin' shows in broke down clubs just to get a meal (Just to get a meal)
I'ma keep it real it was all skills that paid your bills
And the fact that you don't pay niggas that shit gon' get you killed
But don't worry about me partna', like I said I'm already dead
And I hold this infrared point blank range steadily at your head
'Cause I'm a blocc nigga you know what happens when you fuckin' wit us (fuckin' wit us)
We cut your tongues off switch niggas and stuff bloody 'em up (bloody 'em up)
Run up in the cut, fucc it up, rough you up and put you up (Put you up)
These broke niggas don't give a mothafuck (Mothafuck)
I want that meal ticket and we never will kick it 'cause you funny style
Still wouldn't fuck wit you even if you gave me my money now
Funny how ridaz get bought up, you about to get caught up like Bo King
You be gettin' niggas that's why you ain't got no team nigga
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up wit' enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
So fuck your record company I'm about to blast off
Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up wit' enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
Fuck your record company I'm about to blast off
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