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Brotha Lynch Hung - Maniac Ridaz lyrics
[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 [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 [Chorus] [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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