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brotha lynch hung - dead man walking lyrics

thus the n-gg- in that casket hotboxin
how many m-th-f-ckers wanna empty out they glocks in me
the g-ngb-ngers most wanted
the first n-gg- caught me in my side
and my set didn’t ride
so i’m locc to the m-th-rf-cking brain
50 pounds of dank in my casket
i’m bout to take my last splift
before i make that move to insane
records of a criminal for baby killin nothin
40 ounces wit my game
them n-gg-s that kill they momma for some fame
for the ripgut trigga to hit what m-th-f-ckers in my aim;
even my momma tried to take me out the game
by heating up some brandy and taking it to the dome because i came;
with the siccness and it’s just the dank that i smoke
making me load that millimeter putting deuce up in your throat;
murder she wrote, in the book, as a gang related homicide
reality check n-gg- for the fact she giving it up
it’s suicide for the do or the die
true or the die each time
one after each as i creep through the streets
with a 9 millimeter up under my seat
i pack heat, deep cuz a n-gg- like me can’t be played cheap;
blink, before i’m leaving this n-gg-s guts up in the street;
peep, ever since n-gg- deep i gotta carry me something
cuz everywhere i go n-gg-s 12 gauge pumping
i wan’t them to know when my 44 bust
i’m taking this n-gg-s brain hookin him up
and murderin n-gg-s up
then i give it up, then i’m in the cut
5 triple 0 double o mosburg pump
point it at your grill
ready to bust for the fact some call me still
the hardest n-gg- in that casket hotboxing
so who those m-th-f-ckers that wanna empty out they glocks in me;
think 24 times fool fo you come wit yo punk 9’s
cuz n-gg- you n-gg- me, my oozie say its dinnertime
that ripgut cannibal mind for the sh-t that make them violent crimes;
that’s atheist so feel the sign
a deadman walkin

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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