Lynch x1

im one 'a da las' sicc niggaz that you heard thus far

you can bump me at the crib

or while you off that nitro in your car

but i dont say that to say that im a superstar

but if u get high

then u can feel me no matter who u are.

now i got medieval

and i had to leave them weak niggaz alone

situation dirty

squeaky clean

brotha lynch hung.

thats right i gotsta have my weed

lord knows im a fiend

(this nigga dont respect me)

45 for the piece.

nigga please

i be spendin g's

hold up nigga freeze

come up off that weed now u done fucked around and went up on me.

i want that whole zip lock full of shamrock

and if you ditch it in yo pocket I'ma heat the heat and leave you in a

meat lock

now dats my nogga

hes to the side with a mask on

im's give u 15 percent so if u need to get yo blast on

and thats a fat zone

thats a good start

u can sac off to the service

(or what)

take it to the heart.

im a lil nigga

thinkin big

cut yo nuts off and leave you screamin like a starved pig

hold you hostage in yo crib

plan the whole stuation out so I got first dibs.

now bigger than life is how I comin out

rigorous and vigorous

you niggaz know what im talkin bout.

i want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so fetish

and im on a break through like Jerome Bettis pro status.

all this time i got grime on my mind

every dime i spend it on some weed and some studio time

drink Ol E out the Mickeys big mouth

my point is

i be in the cut tryna' keep these SHNAKES out my house



(Lynch Hung)

you know I push play on brain one day

and it played back some shit-

some shit containing

(some shit containing)

SHNAKES

(SHNAKES)

I mean talk to me

(serpants)



Lynch x2

im one a da' las sicc niggaz that u heard thus far

u can bump me at yo crib

or while u off that nitro in yo car

but i dont say that to say that im a superstar

but if u get high u can feel me no matter who u are.

nigga now i shit lyrics

but i cant use 'em

have yo son trippin

brotha lynch hung loopin (loopin)

they be off that bottle talkin bout brotha lynch be talkin bout

sick shit

i heard he ate his mama out.

now how this mothafucka gon' write some shit

bout the brotha lynch hung

cause he killin in his songs

he said-

that niggas shit tight

but he aint shit

he said-

god as my witness i heard he fucked thim biytches

which is supposed to be wrong criticizing my love song

u hit the rope

fuckin with the brotha lynch hung.

roll information, make intimidation

catch u on yo weed high (weed high)

ill tow u up like a pitch bin

feelin dick hard when you better get yo bitch in

it gets thin

and im off this Black & Mild shit

Tall Can told me its smooth and now im buyin boxes of it

tryin to relax and deal with these taxes

cause they be at my checks with them axes

20 sac's

im in the backseat

im licenseless

hope my mothafuckin babys mam aint no shiesty bitch

she wanna publish shit

aight thats cool

she want some other shit

get off the hydro too.

niggas think i always talk about em cause i talk shit

my worst nightmare is killin my bitch for tryin to get my grits

im like Marc Spits

i swim a channel for my shit

and watch yo heart split

im doin damage to yo biytch (doin damage to yo biytch)

and while yo heart switch you better remember where you came from

biytch.