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brotha lynch hung - catch you (death is what you reap) (dizz remix) lyrics

[lynch]
i remain real like my cousin e-mil, packin’ steel
it’s the southside whorida
can’t f-ck wit’ these other siders
eastside, westside
this situation is dirty like chopped up nation, so i stay with the best side
n-gga, let’s ride (f-ck that!)
i stay solo like a black cat, f-ck a bad wrap
i seen it happen to my cousin, i’m like the dirty dozen
wrapped up in buns, he said he was buzzin’
but you know he wasn’t
‘cause if life was free, i would say “f-ck money!”
you can douse me in monkey blood, fill my pockets with drug money
and duck from me
you was a f-ck homie, only wanted the plug, n-gga
cut yo’ sh-t off like smud, n-gga
i gotta say f-ck n-ggas and buck n-ggas
wit’ a p-ssion and keep smashin’
get away before the task bend the corner
on a mission for rippin’ n-ggas up like toilet tissue
with the german issue
now your family gon’ have to miss you
i’m sicker than racism
it’s everybody k!lla, hit you, with the fully issue
like pg&e, lit you; see me in 3d and get you
hit ‘em up, get rid of, did ‘em up like dirty drawers
he was a jealous m-th-f-cka
as the story was told, 29 years old
350 g’s in the bank, but n0body knows
i guess it’s just that season, i think, when n-ggas be hoes
f-ckin’ ‘em in the cheap mo-mo’s
leavin’ ‘em dead in the bathtub with no clothes
razorbladed grove

[chorus: x-raided]
catch you wit’ ya pants down and maybe while you sleep
it don’t matter what you saw, death is what you reap
catch you wit’ ya pants down and maybe while you sleep
it don’t matter what you saw, death is what you reap
catch you wit’ ya pants down and maybe while you sleep
it don’t matter what you saw, death is what you reap
catch you wit’ ya pants down and maybe while you sleep
it don’t matter what you saw, death is what you reap

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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