[Verse 1]
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I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd thus far
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you can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car
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so I don't have to say that I'ma super star
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but if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are
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well I got medevil but I had to leave'em weak niggas alone
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situation dirty skweaky clean brotha lynch hung
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That's right I gots to have my weed lord knows I'ma feind
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bitch nigga don't respect me 45 for the peicsh nigga please
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I been spendin "G's" hold up nigga freeze
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come up off that weed cause you den fucked around and went up on me
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I want the whole zip lock full of shamrock
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and if you ditch it in yo pocket I'ma heat the heat and leave you in a meat lock
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now thats my knock heats to the side wit the mask on
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I'ma give you 15 percent so if you need to get yo blast on
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and that's a fat zone thats's a good start
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you can sac off in the sevice take it to the heart
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I'ma lil nigga thinkin big
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cut off yo nuts and leave you screamin like a starved pig
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hold you hostage in yo crib
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plan the whole stuation out so I got first dibs
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now bigga than life is how I comin out
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rigorous and vigorous you niggas know what I'm talkin bout
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I want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so fetish
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and I'ma gonna break through like Jerome Bettis pro status
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all this time I got ryhme on my mind every dime
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I spend it on some weed and some studio time
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drink O-E out the mickeys big mouth
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my point is I be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out my house
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[Brotha Lynch Hung talking]
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You know I push I push play on brain one day
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and it played back some shit some shit containing (some shit containing)
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snakes (snakes)
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I mean talk to me (serpants)
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[Verse 2]
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I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd thus far
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you can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car
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so I don't have to say that I'ma super star
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but if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are
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nigga now I shit lyrics but I can't use'em
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have yo son trippin Brotha Lynch Hungs loopin (loopin)
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they be off that bottle talkin bout Brotha Lynch be talkin bout
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sicc shit I herd he ate his mama out
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now how this motherfucker gone write some shit bout the Brotha Lynch Hung
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cause he killin in his song
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he say that nigga shit tight but he ain't shit
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he say god is my witness I herd he fuck them bitches
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which is suppose to be wrong criticizin my love song
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you get the rope fuckin wit the Brotha Lynch Hung
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wrong information make atemadation
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catch you on yo weed high (catch you on yo weed high)
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tow you up like a pitch been
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feelin dick hard when you betta get yo bitched in it gets thin
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and I'm off this Black &Mild shit
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Tall Cannon told me its smooth and now I'm buyin boxes of it
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tryin to relax and deal wit these taxes
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cause they be at my checks wit them axes twenty sac's
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in the back seat I'm licenseless
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hope motherfuckin baby mama ain't no shisty bitch
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she wanna publish ah-ight thats cool
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she want some other shit get that hydro tube
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niggas always think I talk about'em because I talk shit
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My worst nightmare was killin my bitch for tryin to get my grits
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I'm like Marc Spits I swim a channel for my shit
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and watch your heart split I'm doing damage to yo bitch (doing damage to yo Bee-yotch)
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and whlie your heart switch
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you betta remember where you came from bitch
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[First Degree The D.E.]
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Know what I'm saying can't even get caught up-nitro hit
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staring at the holic til they got'em on sicc
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is ya'll niggas really even listening
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for real doe is ya'll niggas even really listening
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whatever the fuck whatever the fuck
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One A Da Las Sicc
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Brotha Lynch Hung |