Well fuck you too Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway Fuckin wit me I have you bustin niggas any day. Yeah that's how i gotta be. With a murder on my
(chorus) x2 Die!!!, I choose before you One by one we will pick you You will die!!! (fuck it....psychological) Verse one: Siccmade music comin up out
[lynch] It's the hunta killa Off of the 9 skrilla Wit my nap sack fulla pilla Nigga worst than the movie thrilla and realla Cause this is real life (that
They told me to get my heat so I got mine them mothafuckas that made that hit Now we only got the mini mack in the trunk sawed off and the 45th but im
peace [Chorus] X 4 [Brotha Lynch] They say that ain't the way to handle that type funk But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt Just cus the Brotha Hung
I tried to commit suicide I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter
to grab me for the hella hoes lettin loose like Antonio Montana with a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) six brotha lynch
Inhales) Lynch: yea thats that cusche nigga Devil: Damn! Lynch: see what im sayin? Devil: Yep..Shit! (Inhale) Devil: you know that muthafuckaz thought you was dead? Lynch
(talking) Yeah, straight from the muthafuckin duece It's the brotha lynch hung once again, ya know what I'm sayin And all I see is muthafuckin devils
world (Yeah) [Tallcan G] Try and hold on in these last days man I can't keep my grip cause most of the time These brothers aint carin about jack So
(Brotha Lynch Hung) roll me a motherfucking joint check my gat nigga get my point 'cause I jack roll on foos like vice and my nine milla meter ain't nathan
[Hung] Look up in the sky it's a motherfuckin slug Some nigga done let one off and only my cousins sheddin' blood That loccest muthafucka from 29 st.
[Verse 1] I was sittin in the room with a pistol, Schizo Fist full of bullets and my grips low, I'm mad They say music aint strange enough So I signed
2X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung] You
(Brotha Lynch Hung) yeah and ya don't stop the Brotha Lynch in the house ya don't stop yeah and ya don't stop hoes keep giving up that cock 'cause every
[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
cangee got my back shit. It'll get venomous sendin' niggas at me, I keep a Russian AK in the back seat. I get the guns from the back seat, Brotha Lynch Hung
I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch