Nutt bagg (feat. First Degree The D.E.)

Brotha Lynch Hung

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    [Chorus 1: x2]
    I don't give a fuck about what you think
    I don't give a fuck about what you feel
    Drop that album I'm a too feel
    Crack that yak bitch pop that pill
    I rock that still, sit in a cage
    I got a f type of crap, pop that steel
    I pop that feel
    Y'all motherfuckers is not that real
    I'm a nutbagg

    [Chorus 2: plays over Chorus 1]
    I don't give a fuck about how you feel
    About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
    I don't give a fuck about how you feel
    About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me

    [Verse 1:]
    I'm a gutbag em up, toe tag em
    Kick like into the drag and don't act em
    Knife meat; put rat poison up in my I.V.
    Try me, to crack niggas back to the crime scene
    I'm a crime scene maker life taker,
    Take em on a stage and rape em
    No apron, I'm a scrape his face and face Satan
    I'm a take his place and get a Jason
    Mask, better be ready to duck fast,
    Never be ready to face me I cut grass
    Leave em dead I put three in the head
    Then I feed him the dead and foresee to cut stab
    I don't need to flip it I spit sick, got syphalistic
    Your bitch get lit, I'm telling you this
    It's the sickness shit, I'm smelling you this shit
    You get twisted (grrr)
    I'm in the rage, I didn't get paid
    Now my life's stuck in the cage
    I stayed with the same block in the gage
    My heart's burning and I'm turning the page
    Anybody that face me I get em flayed
    Layed in the shade with a bag of 'nades
    I spit sicker than a bag of aids
    'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades (boom!)
    Get sick'd of this, get a butcher knife
    Slit your bitch's wrists, now you took a life
    And a 56 and a hooker like
    Yo bitch is with me, tell her goodnight
    I'm 51, 51, 50
    Don't get the hong, lick
    You gon' get licked, don't sit too rich
    Lynch is gon' get it
    Don't get with this quick
    I spit liquid

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    [Chorus 1: x2]
    I don't give a fuck about what you think
    I don't give a fuck about what you feel
    Drop that album I'm a too feel
    Crack that yak bitch pop that pill
    I rock that still, sit in a cage
    I got a f type of crap, pop that steel
    I pop that feel
    Y'all motherfuckers is not that real
    I'm a nutbagg

    [Chorus 2: plays over Chorus 1]
    I don't give a fuck about how you feel
    About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
    I don't give a fuck about how you feel
    About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me

    [Verse 2:]
    I'm a put average niggas up in the attic
    Take they bitches and stab em up in the abdomen
    Leaving bodies on medicine after new I'm havin you
    For dinner and a movie after I stab at you
    You got bit of the sickness, nigga haven't you
    It's like cocaine so I don't got an attitude
    Badabim, badabum I'm in your room
    And all I wanna do is sing another tune
    Ring another tool, bring another hookie
    Cut up, what up, shit nut up, with us
    Get fucked up with us and don't fuck with us
    Get cut up the butt, quick shut up your butt slit
    Razorblades, today's the day, cause you paved the way
    For two day to get ate up
    Shave his legs, and two pays get blazed up
    Eat his brains and put flames in they guts
    Emriel Lagassi, your posse
    You don't see what I see you're not me
    With this shit I'm a get my monoply
    Not even a freight train can stop me
    Not even a straight cane could rock me
    Use weed to maintain a top speed
    Low down, slow down with the fo' pound, no now, you go now (you go now! grr!)
    I'm in the rage, I didn't get paid
    Now my life's stuck in the cage
    I stayed with the same block in the gage
    My light's burning and I'm turning the page
    Anybody that face me I get em flayed
    Layed in the shade with a bag of 'nades
    I get sicker than a bag of aids
    'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades

    [Chorus 1: x2]
    I don't give a fuck about what you think
    I don't give a fuck about what you feel
    Drop that album I'm a too feel
    Crack that yak bitch pop that pill
    I rock that still, sit in a cage
    I got a f type of crap, pop that steel
    I pop that feel
    Y'all motherfuckers is not that real
    I'm a nutbagg

    [Chorus 2: plays over Chorus 1]
    I don't give a fuck about how you feel
    About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
    I don't give a fuck about how you feel
    About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me

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