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brotha lynch hung - break ya loccs lyrics

[lynch talking]
about to leave the studio it’s 9-11, 2002
up in here wid my n-gg- c-o once again
ya know what i’m sayin?
and the motherf-ckin’ bad news is
what? suspicion is back
ya know, here we go
[brotha lynch hung]
i got that spit venom sh-t that’ll wrinkle up ya denim sh-t
f-ck them n-gg-z they all hoes i run up in them quick
turn ’em into statues, lead tattoos i stay
twenty four deep and bring n-gg-z the bad news like
the metro section i spit petrol like gas nozzles
bang wid my thangs n-gg-, you the last models
from the garden to the creep module
i’m off the bottle makin’ money like i won the lotto
you wanna follow wid ya tongue stickin’ out ready to lick these nuts
had a dream watchin’ me get out the four door to get these guts
i spit flames, beat n-gg-z like rick james get aim
cause like pac’s attraction i grip thangs
and it’s hard and cold it’ll make ya heart a cold
i sweat so much i’m so hot, i’m hard to hold
and i’ll tell you somethin’ else fool suspicion for life
have you comin’ home from work late, missin’ ya wife
and ya kids and ya cribs tore up, i leave ya ribs tore up
nuttin’ else better i do, than cut up cold cuts
i’m a meat eatin’, skin collector been connected
wid some n-gg-z that’ll cut you in the neck and leave you b-tt naked
layin’ dead in ya lexus, what you doing?
fryin’ n-gg-z like they do out in texas, why?
lyin’ to n-gg-z cause they fakin’ the love
you be the one takin’ the slug
and you show me that you ain’t got no love for me i’m done cuz
[hook]
n-gg-z that say they real fake as f-ck
have you left set up dead in a vacant lot
no matter what they can talk all that gang

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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