[Brotha Lynch]
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I'm the hardest nigga you never heard of
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And I'm a pro when it comes to these tools a four four
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when it comes to these raw venemous spit send him his dick
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In a wool shoe package, peel back his cap wid this automatic
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Cold hefty and black shit I make a rapper disappear like magic
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It's Siccmade, all the way to the motherfuckin' casket
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And six feet deeper, get these heaters right off the lips
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I stack chips and I, sip these litres on the hips
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It's some shit that'll split ya wig
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You can't spit enough shit, that'll get ya big
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Get the gig, you pay him first then I'll lay him next
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Niggaz be weak just like latex, cheap as Tampax
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I walk through the room wid a handful of anthrax
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Shakin' niggaz hands, makin' niggaz dance like
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Paula Abdul when I pull out the tool
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Ya kids get napped when I run out the school
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Ya nig did that, it's the motherfuckin' Lynch
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Take a long barrel four four and run up in ya bitch
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Real shit, cause it turns me on and
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What kind of shit do these nerds be on and
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What kinda clips should I put in this chrome four
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What kind loopty-loop ya on
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Pass me the Newport and let's get it on like Marvin
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I've been starvin' creep through the trees like Tarzan
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Ya meat we carvin'
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[Hook]
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It's watta, watta, and ya know I'm thirsty
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And even though it hurts me
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I stay blood thirsty for watta, watta
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Take it how you want nigga
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So make it how you want nigga
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[x2]
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[Luni Coleone]
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You punk niggaz want war we make shit happen
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When it comes to the money drugs scrappin' and cappin'
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I'm a veteran and I bet when I pull my thang
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You hoe niggaz run faster than cut out segas
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We some spiritual lyrical individuals nigga
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I ain't fearin' no negro we leavin' bullet holes nigga
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When a soldier bow down we leave him alone
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Tape his tail to his ass cheek and send him on home
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I'm a motherfucka nigga ain't you heard of Co-le
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My music it use niggaz like a guard against Kobe
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Hittin' hard like Shinobi, you niggaz don't know me
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I throw 'em harder than Drew breathes
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And shake 'em like police
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I mean who tryna take it there let me know
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We leave him cryin' like when a kid get a Nintendo
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Coleone, I'm known to stay high as a kite
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And shoot notes to X-Loc keep my cuz alright
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[Hook]
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[Brotha Lynch Hung]
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While you be internet thuggin' I'll be in ya set muggin
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You be in the bathroom tuggin' cause you can't get lovin'
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I'll be in the last room pluggin' while you in the front room drippin'
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I bust nuts on ya livin' you come in the back room kissing
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So don't trip cause I'm harder than you
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Just like every motherfucker that's a part of my crew
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Gimme a carton full of Newports and a metal junt from the Midwest
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And I'ma disappear and come back the sickest nigga you ever met
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What happens next nigga, whatever happens
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We pull techs nigga, whatevers crackin'
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We pitbulls in a backyard full of poodles
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And I'm foamin' at the mouth like Kuja
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Put blood and guts in yo spaghetti noodles
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I got problems in the head
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Got ya lookin' for slugs, well it's probably in the bed
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Got me lookin' for love all in the wrong places
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I'm tasteless and I chew to the bone homie
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Now, look at ya faces it's watt
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Watta
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Brotha Lynch Hung |