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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - Feel My Nature Rize

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(lynch):Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyesWaitin in your back seat, catch you by surpriseSituations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chancesLeave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then Im hittin fencesNow ima talk about the same dirty situationShit you hatin, thats why your casket is waitinShine your ass up like a triple gold daytonWhen Im in your town you better cut like walter paytonStudio man keep tapin, I got that bitch, she peratratinShow your whole family, leave you on your front porch hanginWith a note thats saying: sincerely, swartzaniggazPut your hands in your pocket, give it upI demand I need my tweed, potent refer, manBandstandin with the hand cannonSplit my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrillAnd that rolex in your hand, understand? Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise(swartzaniggaz):I can feel my nature riseStarin at the marks that I despiseThrough evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicidesYou gots to die, for tryna ride and get meGot some off, but none of them hit meNow on a payback tip, with a patched black maskOn the grass with a 50 caliber weaponHangin up over the door of the chev and causin slaughterSids malt liquor be that motive when I be loaded off that waterSaw the situation heavy rollinShotgun and a chevy thats stolenStrapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadlyWe can go there, I know theres a place for busta niggas like yallBut I heard its pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fallToo late for that 911 call, this murders already in progressHome invasions like asian got me obsessed like a vietnam vetAs I kick through the front door, blastinAnd lynch kicked down the backOperation: peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loadedCuz it aint no tellin when we cominBack streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin with the engine stillRunninCuz real killers make them real quick get awaysSpray the whole place and skirtAs quick as we can, we does our dirtWhoever gets hurt, thats businessSo please dont take this personalIts just that murders in my natureSo four years now, thats what Ive been searchin forCuz doin dirt grows old when its the same old thingThats why I try to take my murders to the highest extremeMake everybody scream, open up some spleensStill hearin the blood spillinIts just a little dream that I be havinMan, I love killin(brotha lynch):I got a hard dick for killinSouthside villainProtect your wife and your childrenFeel my nature rise(swartzaniggaz):Not quite knowin about this nigga? Check your metro sectionsThen cross reference murders by streets and datesAnd how many times niggas hoes got rapedMr. no prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tapeFuckin with a half deck, havin niggas on hushSmokin a bowl that I re-dustOpen up your chest when I bustSo suit up, cuz its kill a nigga nightAint no tellin when triple 6 gets to shootin upMovin up your death date, with a tre-8 specialIts way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppersSplit your ass open like pinataLoadin up like a rotweilerLining up like tyson snortin cocaine powderPure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differOne wiff of that shit and Im on cloud nineNigga, dont trip if you aint got no nutsCuz I brought mine all buffed and shinedUntouchable when Im fuckin full of that nitrate wineThats when I bust on nineteen times and upCuz Im nuts, goin out my mindFew, theres no luck, you fucked for life, for shoGet your ass up on the floorTryin to catch me at that lateral, slippinBy my lonesome, but Im on some, so who wants some? Fresh out the gates, aint no room to make mistakesTry to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hateTuck my dick inside in the o-8Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45No body, no caseTaste the meat, cant wait to eatKeep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face(swartzaniggaz):Yall niggas dont wanna feel my nature riseCuz I get dirty, shoot up shit with my clint eastwoodLeave your neighborhood lookin like a ghost town, niggaYou standin on dangerous groundsWhen we come to sac, better have your automatics on loaded statusCuz me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin no printsNot givin yall niggas a inch, cuz ima lynch youFry your guts like sizzilineHave your homie reminiscing about your gangsta leanNigga, it aint no fuckin with my cliqueYou can dial 911, but it aint no rescueMan, I hope the dear lord bless youNext to this nigga, aint no ones nuts biggerClutch your guts nigga, fuckin with this swartzaniggaCuz I done lost it, taggin niggas like a pit bull with rabiesGone off 40 ounces of o.e.Creepin up on you, like doin my magnum p.i.Lazy eye with lil blacc mileSmokin a hard dick for killin

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