Strikin' through the deuce wit the 40 in ma mouth The nigga wit the rep of athiest-a-mistik doubt rippin' the label off the 4-0...based on the fact I
these toxins like mustard gas Scrape the chevrolet, it's all to the good My nigga Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz [Brotha Lynch Hung:] Nigga this
(feat. Zigg Zagg) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch] Must be some leakage in my click, some niggas done ran up in my shit Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin 'em
in here wid my nigga C-O once again Ya know what I'm sayin? And the motherfuckin' bad news is What? Suspicion is back Ya know, here we go [Brotha Lynch Hung
me Crash dummy, your careers defected And you ain't sold a record last time I checked it You just keep knockin', I feel disrespected Now your neck got disconnected by the Lynch Hung
yo pants Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin' Don't matter what you saw, death is what you reepin' [Lynch] I remain real like my
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six 40 on the back, Sicx over top Diggin in a spleen
art of war, (I know where he at) Dedicated to the niggaz that feel they need to make a living off niggaz You know, check it out [Brotha Lynch Hung] I
Thus the nigga in that casket hotboxin How many muthafuckers wanna empty out they glocks in me The gangbangers most wanted The first nigga caught me
[feat. C-Lim & G-Macc] Dinner and a Movie I'm Bacc Nigga That's what it is [Verse 1:] Yeah I might as well get wet Give me a Newport I'm a little strange
Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks That's real Bout to show you somethin' new, don't worry about it Uh-huh, yeah [Verse 1] Never had
gets a nine in my back [Brotha Lynch Hung] yeah I got my own back fade [Devil] yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back [Brotha Lynch Hung] yeah
[Chorus x2] DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE (fuck it....psychological) [verse one] Siccmade music
this dope and cut them corners (corners) Worldwide, visualize, two young killas on the rise Ain't that a bitch, Snoop Dogg and Brotha Lynch [Lynch] And
[Brotha Lynch Hung:] Nigga I'm the siccest in the west, hit it in the chest, in a minute I'm rippin' nigga like wet sex. Your sentimental I get the the
your chin Balls is on your chin, the pubic hairs is up your nose I'm that nigga that gives and you that nigga that blows [CHORUS] [Brotha Lynch:] Around
Psycho Active album, by my nigga X (Nerfarious) Bear nigga the flex, can't come nearious (biatch) (who is this?) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] It's the muthafucken Lynch
