[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That mother$#&@er kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left

And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup

Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane bout to be spinnin em up
(X-caliba) [echo]


[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It all started when I twisted the lid off the O E
And see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??)

Where my mother$#&@ering siccmade jacket at
Cuz that's the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes

It was the pressure from the twenty gauge
Felt like it could split your chest whide open wit it
Well ^!$$% you should when I'm round talkin that %#@!

Bout the ^!$$% that's my kin-folks
Should knew the real while you was givin up that info...
...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason

When I hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, fill em all up
Real deal, dig a ditch give em hit a licc then take the grip
Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act

My tactics is lethal
Leave the whole town hella smokey
like that band that steppin over dead people

It's like that, and you wouldn't know it cuz I'ma cool $$# mufucca
Then dump on a gang of succas
as I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper

Gotta whole load fulla Evian
and a trunck fulla FO take no's and I can't let go
Catch you at yo show slippin

Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I heat my heat of
I'm of the hook with this siccmade %#@!, straight made ^!$$%
$#&@ it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face ^!$$%

Off the Thunder Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the liver still make me kill a ^!$$%
Split you head like a pineapple

Die natural!
Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox
Lift you out your sox

Pay attention to the clock
Half pass a ^!$$%s $$# layem in the grass take suitcase fulla cash and mash
16 in the clip crumble the urb roll a spliff bout to whatch you brain split in half

Bloody bath watter, an fried ^!$$% nuts and bones located his home I think his name was Tyrone
But you know...


[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That mother$#&@er kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left

And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup

Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane bout to be spinnin em up
(X-caliba) [echo]


[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You can call me black Sadam Huseain
Pump cyanide through my veins ^!$$%

You can see me on the southside of the street
Man remembered by the ((opposet)) ^!$$% that flod the city
Get ready for somthin pretty if you sicc like Frank Nitty

Sucked blood from my momas tittie - instead of milk
Played murda muzicc in my tape deck - instead of Silkk
Enden up killen one of them mother$#&@ers

So $#&@ them hoes, they like Grim
havin killin ^!$$%s like they gots to go
With the 380M - got high til seven

Jump in what you call it headin throughwards heaven, whit my
50 sacc of some %#@!, that'll make you get there
About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty,

I'm worthy strapped like James as ventured in this faulty game
In a mainframe, that I bucked in ruff terrain, then hit the plane
15 guts on a tripple beam scale ^!$$%

acual contact from the strap that I hale ^!$$%

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That mother$#&@er kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left

And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba) [echo]


[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
They got this mother$#&@er twisted up
And from the sound of the barrle I got hella mother$#&@ers runnin up
What should I do about these $#&@in fleas?

Give em all A-1 and put disease in they weed
Figga a way out this ^!$$% I know you got me in file
But I got you on scanner so plan anotha way (anotha way)
Told me it was !@%!e instead
But I catch you slippin like pimpin

and shake bankin like (?Trail Leonard?)
Hit your mind workin these swine
tripp time get's deepa as you meat the Grim reapa
in the form of a man double M 24 5 got your brains leaking I'm peakin
That's why these ^!$$% wanna rip keep me
I'm rollin squeeky in my whatchamacallit

witta .45 in my pocket and I'm a young alcoholic
Like P-Folks I had to make it happen
Sacramentos most wanted I gotta keep packin, cuz of that
My favorite cousin just go four years
And when his little brotha died he showed me no tears
your point is you get deep as the ocean
Take a shiesty ^!$$%s blood and rub it on like lotion

It was like: once apon a long time ago
I was sticken 9 milis in a #~!!@ hole
Get of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i gotta go to a spot
when they don't know I'm the leath ^!$$% given up my info

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That mother$#&@er kept sniffin for goods

Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba) [echo]