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brotha lynch hung - devils & gunsmoke lyrics

(talking)
yeah, straight from the m-th-f–kin duece
it’s the brotha lynch hung once again, ya know what i’m sayin
and all i see is m-th-f–kin devils and gunsmoke, ya know
but i ain’t gon’ trip, i’m just gon kick some sh-t for y’all m-th-f–kas
so peep this out

n-ggas better always know
for y’all so-called devils and gunsmoke
walkin through the duece
ya got, better eat, no joke
livin life like a m-th-f–kin criminal
watchin my back from gettin jacked by the 5-0
one-time peepin a n-gga out
a couple a dank sacks in my d-ckies
ol’ english in my mouth
ya know, and if it wasn’t for my m-th-f–kin skin tone
i wouldn’t even trip, just strike my black -ss home
even if i had a chrome
i bust two caps and head home
hopin to hit fools right in the dome
’cause all i see is devils and gunsmoke
p-ssy and hoes, and h-lla blood when my nine blows
a young n-gga on the rage, rampage
twenty-four years of age with a 40 and a 12-gauge
and then a m-th-f–ka change
baby k!llin -ss n-gga and ain’t a d-mn thang strange
a m-th-f–ka sold juice, bulletproof
known to eat a p-ssy and put a gun inside of it and shoot
a n-gga wit’ a mind so bad
close my eyes, and all i see is little bl–dy babies in a glad bag
n-gga, manson ain’t sh-t
i got n-ggas k!llin mamas and n-ggas on the devils d-ck

but now it all adds up the this, locc
n-ggas hatin god and all i see is devils and gunsmoke

(talking)
yeah, you know what my drunk -ss father told me
he said ‘look little n-gga, you have to run your own m-th-f–kin life’
and i was trippin, ’cause this m-th-f–ka had a gun to my m-th-f–kin head

it was about 12 o’ clock, somethin don’t smell right
i’m in the hall in the middle of the night
somethin reekin like sweat, drippin off a burnt up pig
m-th-f–kas in the crib, crept through the hall like a thief
fiends a fiends, and cocaine smoke n-gga no-name
folks run in the crib, you know the situations tore up
my homies sellin dope to my folks but you know what
i don’t give a f–k no more ’cause i’ma blow up
usin all the fury inside to make some more cuts
’cause all i see is what?
black m-th-f–kas walkin ’round tryna’ found out what’s what
smoke up, but all i see is threats
swear if i see anotha m-th-f–ka i don’t know
in my crib, i’ma shoot him in the neck
pimp respect for a m-th-f–kin vet
causin anotha n-gga death
do a little time for a sl-t
shoot before i get shot, playin fools like a half deck
’cause all i see is devils and gunsmoke
i say that ’cause i don’t wanna claim and end up like x-raided
you know i gotta eat if i eat ya, see if i see ya
shoot up, then i’m on my way
’cause my mama used to say, it ain’t a hoax
because n-ggas are hatin god and all i see is devils and gunsmoke

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