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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - Get Bacc Time

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[Damn nigga what you been doin`?]I`m still walkin` this walk nigga[Uh, heard that shit]So watch out[Verse 1]See you know us nigga, we run up in ya houseRun up in ya room and put the gun up in ya mouthNext thing you know, you just one up in a pouchThat`s what you fuckin` wid when you come up in the SouthI spit slugs, I be off them drugs kick it wid thug niggasPlug niggas, with blood on the rugNigga we got gut splitters and shovels we gravediggersWid troublesome ways and we bubble some days and some daysWe shovel ya grave and we wrinkle ya pageWe got shooters on the team like the Lakers we post upAnd then bake `em wid the toasterFrom long distance or close upWe send `em heat rocks, put `em up under the sheetrockCheap talk, makin` all the streets hotWith the heat from the glockand I pop holes in ya Chevy blockAnd I pop those if ya ready or not get set goBurn you with the petrol, wet those niggas wid cold showersCrept on them niggas and they laid out wid gun powderThat`s one route I`m full of them scamsPull and advance through your livin` room windowThen I`m leavin` wid blood on my handsI`m a nympho, murder ya kinfolks two to the templeLay `em on the ground from the five pound it`s that simpleYou know me nigga, I stay up in the cutEvery chance I get I get way up in a slutEvery once in a while I gotta touch a nigga upSo I hit the bomb and split ya palm wid paper cutsI`m a oven when it comes to this thuggin` I spit fireChop ya lil rhymes to bits, `til I`m tiredof the ecstacy and `yac and kool-aid nigga I`m wiredI`m a sicc nigga I rip out ya bottom teeth wid the pliersAnd I`m tired, of the rumors I disconnect, the tunerI hit ya neck wid the ruger and get respect this a shooterAnd ya knew the, shit like this, fool you better back upTuck niggas up like buttercups somebody better get yo stuff[Hook]Cause it`s get bacc timeEye for an eye tooth for toothThis ain`t just no rhymeSomebody gotta die and that`s the truthYa shouldn`ta spit that lineNow look at ya hidin` in ya coupeCause it`s get bacc timeIt ain`t gonna be us so it`s gotta be youIt`s like four plus four niggaThis shit easy as additionTo get back niggas and have `em missin`Wha-what what to strip wack niggas and have `em drippin`Plugged for crossin` love when my thug bring y`all the endin`(x2)[Verse 2]Please believe it, it happens dailyMake bitch niggas have my babies (then what?)Fuck `em in the ass give `em rabiesTuck `em in the grass I`m off the shady O-eightyWid the salt shaker tryna eat niggas up likeStanley Dean bacon killer slash make me shellin` outShe loves me loves me not, slugs be hotRun up in yo million dollar spotAnd get the, drugs and glocks and I leave theBloody rug spots and I get theMoney powder and the ice and I`m from theNutty Blocc hit the lights and I`m `bout toGet the kids and the wife and I`m `bout toHold `em hostage if I don`t get what I wantCut `em up in little sausages, wreckless how Lynch isYou want no vengeance, my shit spit fine lines in yo extensionsIt grips like a tiger so it ain`t no sensin`Tryna get away I been dyin` to get a day to touch you upI mean hire motherfuckers that`ll fuck you upWire motherfuckers all for the wetI be shootin` that twelve guage offa the stepsNigga off wid ya neck, ever since then, plottin` ya deathGet caught in your Lex take a quick wind get shot in the chestGet ya cops and the tec, cause ever since thenNothin`ll rest `til they gettin` locked in the penCockin` a tec, poppin` the gin, quick to hide `til ya setSee I`m at it again not `til ya sweatin`It`s not under ya neck it`s over ya headIt`s over ya dead stood over ya bed pointin` a tecFour to ya head jumped in the Nova and fledI`m like a motherfuckin` gangstaBitch ass nigga I cut off ya middle fingerHook (x1)[Verse 3]Like D-M-X I`m a ruff ryder, leave ya tied upWid ya nuts fried upI`m the nigga that creep when it`s dark in the skyParkin` the ride and then dartin` insideYa spot wid automatic toys nigga this sparkin` a riotGood shit better hide behind ya boysnigga add gas to the flames thenblast at ya main land, switch ya whole game planLeavin` bloody stains and wid enough nigga nuts and guts and(Where?) Bodies in the Hudson I keep it bustin` and bustin`I`m the medicine man like RobitussinHold ya huffin` and puffin` before ISplit ya tongue wid the jack knife better act rightand attack right now if you wanna get the Hung I split ya lungIf you lookin` for some of that sicc shit this the oneIf you lookin` for some of that shoot `em up kill `em upbetter get ya gun, young ass rappersI`m like R.Kelly I fuck the young in this rap gameCum on ya belly cum on ya tongueShit I`m one of the ones blowin` you up eatin` you up and thenThrowin` you up knowin` you sucked big fat nut niggaHook (x1)

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