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brotha lynch hung - deadman walkin lyrics

look up in the sky it’s a motherf-ckin slug
some n-gg- done let one off and only my cousins sheddin’ blood
that loccest m-th-f-cka from 29 st. throwin up his flag
some n-gg- got madd and went to the crib with a .45 mag
returned to the set-up and let my cousin have it
that n-gg- that died for the garden blocc
gang did time for the garden blocc
and ended up stuck in a m-th-f-ckin casket but i don’t be givin a f-ck
im tappin up in your program before you know it
i’m creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black drop-top broham
with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk
and a fat purple kush blunt so call it what you want
i call it the fever of da funkhouse
dumpin gauge sh-lls in that -ss leavin you face down
chest down with a gang of guts hangin out yo -ss n-gg-
you know tha process they wanna kill me
now i’m a dead man walkin to my funeral can you feel me
now and if die before your set gets blasted
that’s on the garden cause i’m gonna rise up out my casket
chorus: repeat x2
i’m liquor sicc and i just might lose control
so load your clips loccs cause we ridin for our foes

and im out in ‘ 65 hardtop impala lookin for that 187
there we go and right behind em bustin wit my mac 11
straight b-mpa to b-mpa 12 gage pumpin was that little x loccsta
givin up his set and dumpin on n-gg-s just like he’s supposed ta
n-gg- this is real deal sh-t it’s not about crip or blood
it’s about pay back that family loves
so n-gg- now f-ck yo whole click
like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me fo my f-ckin tapes
them baby rapes so n-gg- get out my f-ckin face
if i was really bangin n-gg-z would know
cause i’d have they whole set lookin like l.a. when da earthquake hit

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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