(Talking)
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Yeah, straight from the muthafuckin duece
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It's the Brotha Lynch Hung once again, ya know what I'm sayin
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And all I see is muthafuckin devils and gunsmoke, ya know
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But I ain't gon' trip, I'm just gon kick some shit for y'all muthafuckas
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So peep this out
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Niggas better always know
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For y'all so-called devils and gunsmoke
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Walkin through the duece
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Ya got, better eat, no joke
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Livin life like a muthafuckin criminal
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Watchin my back from gettin jacked by the 5-0
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One-time peepin a nigga out
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A couple a dank sacks in my Dickies
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Ol' English in my mouth
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Ya know, and if it wasn't for my muthafuckin skin tone
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I wouldn't even trip, just strike my black ass home
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Even if I had a chrome
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I bust two caps and head home
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Hopin to hit fools right in the dome
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'Cause all I see is devils and gunsmoke
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Pussy and hoes, and hella blood when my nine blows
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A young nigga on the rage, rampage
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Twenty-four years of age with a 40 and a 12-gauge
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And then a muthafucka change
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Baby killin ass nigga and ain't a damn thang strange
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A muthafucka sold juice, bulletproof
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Known to eat a pussy and put a gun inside of it and shoot
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A nigga wit' a mind so bad
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Close my eyes, and all I see is little bloody babies in a Glad bag
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Nigga, Manson ain't shit
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I got niggas killin mamas and niggas on the devils dick
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But now it all adds up the this, locc
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Niggas hatin God and all I see is devils and gunsmoke
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(talking)
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Yeah, you know what my drunk ass father told me
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He said 'look little nigga, you have to run your own muthafuckin life'
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And I was trippin, 'cause this muthafucka had a gun to my muthafuckin head
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It was about 12 o' clock, somethin don't smell right
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I'm in the hall in the middle of the night
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Somethin reekin like sweat, drippin off a burnt up pig
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Muthafuckas in the crib, crept through the hall like a thief
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Fiends a fiends, and cocaine smoke nigga no-name
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Folks run in the crib, you know the situations tore up
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My homies sellin dope to my folks but you know what
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I don't give a fuck no more 'cause I'ma blow up
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Usin all the fury inside to make some more cuts
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'Cause all I see is what?
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Black muthafuckas walkin 'round tryna' found out what's what
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Smoke up, but all I see is threats
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Swear if I see anotha muthafucka I don't know
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In my crib, I'ma shoot him in the neck
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Pimp respect for a muthafuckin vet
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Causin anotha nigga death
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Do a little time for a slut
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Shoot before I get shot, playin fools like a half deck
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'Cause all I see is devils and gunsmoke
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I say that 'cause I don't wanna claim and end up like X-Raided
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You know I gotta eat if I eat ya, see if I see ya
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Shoot up, then I'm on my way
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'Cause my mama used to say, it ain't a hoax
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Because niggas are hatin God and all I see is devils and gunsmoke
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Devils and Gunsmoke
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| Brotha Lynch Hung |
