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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - Season of the Sick

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(Brotha Lynch)Yeah I`m back up in this motherfuckerFor the 9 whatever the fuckYou know I ain`t dead yetI`m with my real loc niggasI was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gatesLoad the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway heyI feel the payback simmering in my brainThe thoughts of death cloud my mindAs my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packedbut who really got my backnow that them niggas done hit the graveI`m killing them off for the olds days24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple cush and make me sickerthan sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wishcause nigga it`s EBK everyday all day to the day I dieI`m creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunkand a black beany disguiseThat nigga that you can`t see glocks and locsover my eyes crept like a black cat with a macwith a mac 10 in my lap with fat sack of that cracktook a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5So I let `em have it bounce to the O you know trippinon that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dumpand put one in your bitch and put her in her gravewith that empty 40 ounce bottle and don`t leave a dripthen bounce to that ouncewith a lack and a mac and a fat pack shitI`m sicker than sick you niggas gotta admit when Igrab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot onenigga so rest in piss(Chorus)Just call me Agent Double O Deuce 4 BloccI got that 9 milli glock and ready to put one in your knot"Rest in Piss" (Shit) (repeat 4x)(verse 2)(Brotha Lynch)From the rep of the depth of the double Oduece foe block with a glock in my pocketfull of that sess you betta wear a bullet proof vestWhen I`m match your set betta pack you a techcause I`m at your neck with a clip full of that shitnigga don`t trip when i put one in your dick that Ripgut CannibalHannibal shit nigga nuts and guts all over my chestand stomach running with no slack threw my strap in the backtwist me up a sack and I`m back at the Garden Blockkicking it with maniac the nigga that a maniac sicker than sickwhen a clips in progress put on the groundwith a brain full of them nine slugs read him in Reader`s Digestuh I found a new love trickeling in my brain half of the dojahalf of the OE half of the fact that I am insane niggait`s that duece foe blocksterwhere niggas never put their glocks upand get their cocks sucked nigga you just can`t stop usloc to the brain insane with a main game that will maintainuntouchable cut your throat and leave you in the streetwith a lynch around your throat motherfuckercause you ain`t got no love foe the blockpop gotta hot foe that 24 street blocknigga that took a shot rest in piss(Chorus)

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