Maniac Ridaz

Brotha Lynch Hung

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    [Verse 1]
    I'm gangsta steppin
    Representin my block
    Jokes be the name
    702 comin through yo hood
    Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain
    All up in yo gang
    I'm givin a fuck
    I be the one thats gunnin for fun
    Sin City gang with a ??
    You can hang with the Sin City gang
    Fuck no
    I'm ridin dirty
    With the heat in my hand
    Stay bumpin when I'm swervin
    All days to the curbin
    Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin
    I'm creepin and callin your homies
    Up on it and you callin for help
    But nobodys there
    Now I'mt he suspect of a bloodbath
    And I left him dead cuz nobody cares
    Joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that I go
    Cuz a gangsta like me will bust back
    And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast
    Fuck that I'm ridin
    Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes
    And the briefcase right by my side
    9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know
    That all of my murderers
    Heard of this gangsta crackin necks
    Runnin all night with a jet black 9
    In a g-ride killin up your whole set
    Givin a damn with a strap in my hand
    Unloadin on every punto that I can
    Fuckin up playas in Las Vegas
    And erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch

    [Chorus]
    So know whatchu gon' do
    When we hit them sticks
    And hit your block
    Like some maniac ridaz
    So sick and do shit to you Ripley's wouldn't believe
    We got some other sick tricks
    Hidden up our sleeves
    So just pass the liquor
    Pass the weed
    Pass us the PCP
    And you gon' see
    How we pull straps out of our hat and bust caps
    And make you bitch ass niggaz take foreverlong naps

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    [Verse 2]
    I twist 'em up like a tornado
    Turned tasmanian
    Crack a cranium
    Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damian
    Cuttin loose
    I'm startin funk like Fox
    Doom juice with doom roots
    I'm rippin fruit loops apart
    I'm infested with the doom
    Infected with the plague
    Got a bitch to lick my wounds
    My enemies is dead
    Pay attention, then I rinse down with siccmade niggaz
    That'll kill a bitchmade nigga
    Twist 'em like a french braid nigga
    Jump on the place
    I'm meetin Osama Bin Laden
    You betta jump on your cellular phone
    And call your mama
    Cuz aint nobody gon' make it home
    It's all drama
    As I parachute out that motherfucker
    I yell geroni-MO
    But you don't hear me though
    At 30,000 feet up in the air it's impossible
    See I'm that nigga
    That'll land in a bitches yard
    Dick hard enough to cut through
    A pack of glass and in barge
    And get my fuck on
    Up in her crib
    I don't need her permission
    Cuz I aint gonna let her live
    I stay sick with it
    And come equipped with it
    After I finish with that bitch they know Eklypse did it

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    [Verse 3]
    I'm fresh out the county jail
    Just graduated from an anger management program
    I like to punish niggaz
    Slow your roll like a traffic jam
    It's that nigga with a frown turned upside down
    I keep it rough nigga style
    I walk the walk
    I talk the talk
    It aint that punk David Banner
    It's the motherfuckin hawk
    Chokin bitch niggaz out
    But I keep it gangsta with the sawed-off
    Your body hard off
    Your motherfuckin face be tore off
    Gotta keep it gangsta
    Because we dog bitch niggaz
    Got itchy fingers
    Along with triggas that'll scratch em
    And load 'em up unload 'em
    And let bitch niggaz have it
    Ghetto savage
    My claws 3 loaded automatics
    That'll rip your ass like Wolverine
    When I'm on that OE and Listerine
    A grousome scene
    Send him home and get shot in the neck
    Have your bitch ass smokin a stick
    Just to deal with his death
    Now 1 plus 1 equal 2
    Thats what I assume
    And many bitch niggaz hang with other bitch niggaz
    I got him now I'm comin after you
    I put it in and do him
    So hop your bitch ass in this effect
    Make no mistake
    Yeah nigga you dead
    I take his soul across the foggy lake
    No escape
    Bing the chalk
    And the yellow tape
    It's just another flat-footed cop
    Closin a bloody murder case
    I aint playin no games
    And I aint speakin in riddles
    But you niggaz is sweet and colorful
    Like a bag of skittles
    All about my skrilla and bits
    Always pack pistols
    It's kinda mystical
    And thug niggaz appear like ninjas
    Off my gangsta whistle
    Apocolyptic season if the sickness
    You must forget
    I reveal the strongest weakness
    When I hit yo block and leave you wicked
    Some niggaz call me a demon
    Cuz I see the future livin grousome
    Creep up on a snake ass nigga like an eagle
    Sin City Dark angel

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    Composición: Platnum

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