Jackin' 4 Joints

Brotha Lynch Hung

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    (Brotha Lynch Hung)
    roll me a motherfucking joint
    check my gat nigga get my point cuz I jack
    roll on foos like vice and my nine milla meter ain't nathan nice
    I start jacking for blunts a black jacket and ones I get dank
    Im sending niggas blood to the blood bank
    you better hook me up proper
    or die from my loaded heart stopper
    like nut smoking up blunt for blunt
    and one time you can take me if you check me if you want
    cuz soon as I get my dank
    you know it ain't 10 minutes later for I'm planning my next gank
    and even if your down with my crew
    (conversation)
    (yo shut up man I don't understand this man, yo you get this motherfucka, I
    jack him too)
    so hook it up Mo Green
    you know its that gat pressing up against your motherfucking spleen
    gimmie all that green bud or you'll be kicking up dust off the motherfucking
    rug
    straight jacket off to the next nigga
    R.J. you better have a nate trigger
    I don't play nigga so give it up shit
    I got the same old nine that I blasted old Mo Green with foo
    break yourself smooth
    gimmie all that mexican sex and don't stress
    I got this shit handled
    put about 10 of them sacks on a motherfucking panel
    and I'm out the back door
    Triple Six next victim cuz foo I need a 4 O
    Im might be kinda difficult
    but Ima need me a 12 gage and a trench coat
    lil ride the door
    Triple Six in the room with some vannah on armed in the coat
    telling everybody don't move I'm fiending
    hit the ice box for the Old English
    didnt have to use my gun
    now I'm off to Green Haven I pop 8 3 1 nigga
    jackpot ounce to the bounce
    snatch 2 ounces then I bounce
    and whatcha cant faking on the way out I saw the keys to the jeep
    I might as well take it
    nigga kept breaking next nigga M.C. Hobbs
    foo start tripping so I put out the lights (2 gunshots)
    took about 6 40's
    now I'm back to the motherfucking duece while they look for me
    Im in the creek getting butted and drunk
    a nigga hiting homeless with the dank
    and I could feel them niggas that I just ganked
    coming up so I grab the gat nigga
    to my head shawnte' on the trigger
    better do it before I send ya home
    pop pop pop pop 4 to the dome

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    (Shawna Coyle)
    shit I really shot that motherfucka

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