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Brotha Lynch Hung

Welcome 2 Your Own Death

  gangsta rap  horrorcore  rap  hip-hop  sacramento
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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - Welcome 2 Your Own Death

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As I bail through the woods of the southsideTerrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitchWhen I peel a dome and bailGone like hell right through the doI`m rollin` a fat sack of red boogy boo, nigga oohWatch me bail nigga but you don`t see me thoughCause I`m rollin` fat sacks in the back of my vehicleBut takin` a puff of the dank stuff and enough that double O-A-E dooz meI`m slowly loadin` up the oozyWell now who`s heWell it`s that dead motherfucker doeWell whatcha know comin` through with that murder moAnd I heard you know now whose been bustin` up on the garden blockYou either give up the information, nigga I get shots, so nigga nah WHAT!I guess you wanna dose of this millaTwenty-four shots from that mommas baby killaNigga mack hustla, cap busta, infact I`m just a mack tenBustin` em at your chin before I crept niggaWelcome to your own deathChorus x6Nigga welcome to your own death(BUCK! For them who don`t know bout loc to da brainThem got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2So niggas miss my siccSome niggas don`t know me, niggas don`t know my clickThat O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of shitPlus many more caps bustAnymore sacks to roll up, we need that high backSo niggas done load them nins and pull them high jacksAnd lie back in the cut and roll another fat one upTack one up for loc to the brainThem niggas that really don`t give a fuckAround and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cutSo nigga now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gutPlus niggas nuts and guts is what I rips forCreepin` up in a six four impalaMobbin` a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut causeNah what I do is let my nine do the talkin`Leavin` you walkin` to your funeral lowDiggin`? yo smoke from the mack 1-0I had ya pussin` just in caseI got me a mack eleven for your face that`s leavin` no traceCaps leavin` a gate and puttin` holes in a niggas neckSo watch the reeper when I creep creptWelcome to your own deathChorus x6When I hit the block with a nineThem fools better be duckin`My nigga duck got out the car and started buckin` at niggas runnin` untraceable gage shellsOnly worriers goin` to hellAnd 5-0 they just can`t swoopSee cause we mobbin` too wellMy murder file done pile more than a nigga expectedSee cause have of the city of Sac still ain`t acceptedThat I`m a pack and when I`m sweated I`ma put in workCause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirtAnd I`m tired of warnin` a motherfucker about a nigga like meWhen it`s hard to believe the nine millimeter comin` out my pants gonna make you danceSee that`s the city and it`s making a motherfucker stressGotta watch your back like 24-7 unless you wanna be livin` the rest of your lifeUp in a cemetery die nigga die you`ll repeat until you`re buriedThat nine millimeter givin` no motherfuckin` respectUp on your back with your last breatheWelcome to your own deathChorus x6

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