[Hung]
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Look up in the sky it's a motherfuckin slug
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Some nigga done let one off and only my cousins sheddin' blood
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That loccest muthafucka from 29 st. throwin up his flag
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so nigga got madd and went to the crib with a .45 mag
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returned to the set-up and let my cousin have it
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that nigga that died for the garden blocc
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gang did time for the garden blocc
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and ended up stuck in a muthafuckin casket but i dont be givin a fuck
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im tappin up in your program before you know it
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I'm creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black drop-top broham
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with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk
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and a fat purple cush blunt so call it what you want
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I call it the fever of da funkhouse
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Dumpin gauge shells in that ass leavin you face down
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chest down with a gang of guts hangin out yo ass nigga
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you know tha process they wanna kill me
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now I'm a dead man walkin to my funeral can you feel me
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now and if die before your set gets blasted
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that's on the garden cause I'm gonna rise up out my casket
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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I'm liquor sicc and I just might lose control
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so load your clips loccs cause we ridin for our foes
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[Hung]
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And im out in 6 5' hardtop impala lookin for that 187
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there we go and right behind em bustin wit my mack 11
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straight bumpa to bumpa 12 gage pump was that little X loccsta
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givin up his set dumpin on niggas just like hes supposed ta
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nigga this is real deal shit its not about crip or blood
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it's about pay back that family loves
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so nigga now fuck yo whole click
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like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me fo my fuckin tapes
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them baby rapes so nigga get out my fuckin face
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If I was really bangin niggaz would know
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cause I'd have they whole set lookin like L.A. when da earthquake hit
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nigga fuckin wit my tek I'm from da garden blocc
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No matter what nobody say I'm makin my money
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and not lettin that bangin shit get in my way
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Niggaz get mad they wanna see the lynch rippin
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I'm wearing blue yeah but motherfucker I ain't even trippin
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but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc,and Sicx my cousin eclipse
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and 2 of my kidz nigga catch these clips
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Chorus
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[Hung]
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There aint no fuckin way my cousin's
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gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
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there aint no fuckin way that motherfucker died for that blocc
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so lets heat them motherfuckin glocks (2x)
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Liquor Sicc
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Brotha Lynch Hung |