brotha lynch hung – one a da lass sicc lyrics
lynch x1
im one ‘a da las’ sicc n-gg-z that you heard thus far
you can b-mp me at the crib
or while you off that nitro in your car
but i don’t say that to say that im a superstar
but if u get high
then u can feel me no matter who u are.
now i got medieval
and i had to leave them weak n-gg-z alone
situation dirty
squeaky clean
brotha lynch hung.
that’s right i gotsta have my weed
lord knows im a fiend
(this n-gg- don’t respect me)
45 for the piece.
n-gg- please
i be spendin g’s
hold up n-gg- freeze
come up off that weed now u done f-cked around and went up on me.
i want that whole zip lock full of shamrock
and if you ditch it in yo pocket i’ma heat the heat and leave you in a
meat lock
now dats my nogga
hes to the side with a mask on
im’s give u 15 percent so if u need to get yo blast on
and that’s a fat zone
that’s a good start
u can sac off to the service
(or what)
take it to the heart.
im a lil n-gg-
thinkin big
cut yo nuts off and leave you screamin like a starved pig
hold you hostage in yo crib
plan the whole stuation out so i got first dibs.
now bigger than life is how i comin out
rigorous and vigorous
you n-gg-z know what im talkin bout.
i want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so fetish
and im on a break through like jerome bettis pro status.
all this time i got grime on my mind
every dime i spend it on some weed and some studio time
drink ol e out the mickeys big mouth
my point is
i be in the cut tryna’ keep these shnakes out my house
(lynch hung)
you know i push play on brain one day
and it played back some sh-t-
some sh-t containing
(some sh-t containing)
shnakes
(shnakes)
i mean talk to me
(serpants)
lynch x2
im one a da’ las sicc n-gg-z that u heard thus far
u can b-mp me at yo crib
or while u off that nitro in yo car
but i don’t say that to say that im a superstar
but if u get high u can feel me no matter who u are.
n-gg- now i sh-t lyrics
but i can’t use ’em
have yo son trippin
brotha lynch hung loopin (loopin)
they be off that bottle talkin bout brotha lynch be talkin bout
sick sh-t
i heard he ate his mama out.
now how this mothaf-cka gon’ write some sh-t
bout the brotha lynch hung
cause he killin in his songs
he said-
that n-gg-s sh-t tight
but he aint sh-t
he said-
god as my witness i heard he f-cked thim biytches
which is supposed to be wrong criticizing my love song
u hit the rope
f-ckin with the brotha lynch hung.
roll information, make intimidation
catch u on yo weed high (weed high)
ill tow u up like a pitch bin
feelin d-ck hard when you better get yo b-tch in
it gets thin
and im off this black & mild sh-t
tall can told me it’s smooth and now im buyin boxes of it
tryin to relax and deal with these taxes
cause they be at my checks with them axes
20 sac’s
im in the backseat
im licenseless
hope my mothaf-ckin babys mam aint no shiesty b-tch
she wanna publish sh-t
aight that’s cool
she want some other sh-t
get off the hydro too.
n-gg-s think i always talk about em cause i talk sh-t
my worst nightmare is killin my b-tch for tryin to get my grits
im like marc spits
i swim a channel for my sh-t
and watch yo heart split
im doin damage to yo biytch (doin damage to yo biytch)
and while yo heart switch you better remember where you came from
biytch.
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