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brotha lynch hung - die on the cross lyrics

my peoples
smoke feta
my peoples
sh+moke feta
we must maintain g+status
based on technicalities
ill nature
and our future
f+ck! work with the mic, work with the mic

i put the pedal to the metal, and that +++++++ rag+top
after i left him in his backseat choking and hopin’ that his life won’t end tonight
had to take him for his fifty, ’cuz it was so tight
hit the corner an’…in a minute i’m ’bout to decorate somebody mortuary with bone dust
f+ck ++++++ i don’t trust, they venomous
i’ve been a musk rat ++++++ like you ain’t had
how you takin’ short breaths, sign your death, bloodbath
for the ++++++ that part like ’bama weed
taking them for they three+fifty, get nifty
hit the corner real wide and with me (what’s that?)
that’s where that green sh+t be
fifty sack, then i’m out with a b+tch that i don’t know
’bout to hit the mo+mo, back to lose a ho, gain a ho, so
who’s to know, who’s a ho, uh, like me i’m not
when i’m living at my momma’s house, ah, in the back of the whatchamacallit
doing thangs us ++++++ do
get me another one of them faulty b+tches perkin’ off the o.e. brew
then what you do? i smile in they face
then leave the motherf+ckin’ body in a casket case, i’m a basket case
every day, all day, till the day i die, i’m a k!ll ’em all up, fill ’em all up, l!ck ’em
real ’em, deal ’em, dig ’em a ditch, then stick ’em
black+out, black+out in the light source
(die on the cross)
feels like pause
(die on the cross)
feels like i’m lost
black+out in the light source

black+out, black+out in the light source
(die on the cross)
feels like pause
(die on the cross)
feels like i’m lost
black+out in the light source

my ++++++
i’m off this motherf+ckin’ o.e. bottle, on the throttle
’cuz these+ah lil ++++++ is catching up, grabbing the tec and b+tt
stab in the neck and struck, body in the back of the truck
and strap the mid+evil+tape to the dead body
maserati, john gotti, made +++++++
put you in duct tape and leave you sinking in the river, take my
kindness for weakness if you want to
i lost my baby nivek, can’t take it, what a +++++ do

i got voices in my motherf+ckin’ head
choices to leave motherf+ckers dead, platinum red, sat on a bed
put my motherf+ckin’ strap down
put my hands on my face, i gotta beat this motherf+ckin’ case
black+out, black+out in the light source
(die on the cross)
feels like pause
(die on the cross)
feels like i’m lost
black+out in the light source

black+out, black+out in the light source
(die on the cross)
feels like pause
(die on the cross)
feels like i’m lost
black+out in the light source

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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