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Brotha Lynch Hung

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    [Damn nigga what you been doin'?]
    I'm still walkin' this walk nigga
    [Uh, heard that shit]
    So watch out

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    [Verse 1]
    See you know us nigga, we run up in ya house
    Run up in ya room and put the gun up in ya mouth
    Next thing you know, you just one up in a pouch
    That's what you fuckin' wid when you come up in the South
    I spit slugs, I be off them drugs kick it wid thug niggas
    Plug niggas, with blood on the rug
    Nigga we got gut splitters and shovels we gravediggers
    Wid troublesome ways and we bubble some days and some days
    We shovel ya grave and we wrinkle ya page
    We got shooters on the team like the Lakers we post up
    And then bake 'em wid the toaster
    From long distance or close up
    We send 'em heat rocks, put 'em up under the sheetrock
    Cheap talk, makin' all the streets hot
    With the heat from the glock
    and I pop holes in ya Chevy block
    And I pop those if ya ready or not get set go
    Burn you with the petrol, wet those niggas wid cold showers
    Crept on them niggas and they laid out wid gun powder
    That's one route I'm full of them scams
    Pull and advance through your livin' room window
    Then I'm leavin' wid blood on my hands
    I'm a nympho, murder ya kinfolks two to the temple
    Lay 'em on the ground from the five pound it's that simple
    You know me nigga, I stay up in the cut
    Every chance I get I get way up in a slut
    Every once in a while I gotta touch a nigga up
    So I hit the bomb and split ya palm wid paper cuts
    I'm a oven when it comes to this thuggin' I spit fire
    Chop ya lil rhymes to bits, 'til I'm tired
    of the ecstacy and 'yac and kool-aid nigga I'm wired
    I'm a sicc nigga I rip out ya bottom teeth wid the pliers
    And I'm ti

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