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Brotha Lynch Hung - Get Bacc Time lyrics
[Damn nigga what you been doin'?] I'm still walkin' this walk nigga [Uh, heard that shit] So watch out [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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