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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - X-Caliba

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* send corrections directly to THIS typist[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]That motherfucker kept sniffin for goodsPut the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck leftAnd you don`t know nuthin but the killa gotta awayBefore 4.30 in the morning I`m gone in the 6-TreWit the windows up, must have had gin in the cupCuz I`m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up(X-caliba *echo*)[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde EAnd see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??)Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacked atCuz that`s the only one I could useWhen I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoesIt was the pressure from the twenty game (the twenty game)Felt like it could split your chest whide open wit itWell nigga you should when I`m round talkin that shitBout the nigga that`s my kin-folksShould knew the wheel while you was givin up that info......mation, I`ll be of that Parry MasonWhen I hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, fill em all upReal deal, dig a ditch give em hit a licc then take the gripPut em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna actMy tactics is lethalLeave the whole town hella smokey like that band that steppin over dead peopleIt`s like that, and you wouldn`t know it cuz I`ma cool ass mufuccaThen dump on a gang of succas as I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot PepperGotta whole load fulla Evian and a trunck fulla FO take no`s and I can`t let goCatch you at yo show slippinHoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I heat my heat ofI`m of the hook with this siccmade shit, straight made niggaFuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face niggaOff the Thunder Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8Easy on the liver still make me kill a niggaSplit you head like a pineappleDie natural!Five at your dome send em home in a pineboxLift you out your soxPay attention to the GlockHalf pass a niggas ass where aimen at the grass take suitcase fulla cash and mash16 in the clip crumble the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in halfBloody bath watter, infried nigga nuts and bones locaded at home I think him name is TyroneBut you know...[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]That motherfucker kept sniffin for goodsPut the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck leftAnd you don`t know nuthin but the killa gotta awayBefore 4.30 in the morning I`m gone in the 6-TreWit the windows up, must have had gin in the cupCuz I`m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up(X-caliba *echo*)[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]You can call me black Sadam HuseainPump St Idees through my wein ass niggaYou can see me on the southside of the streetMan remembered by the ((opposet)) nigga that flod the cityGet ready for some pretty if you sicc like Frank NittySucked blood from my momas tittie - instead of milkPlayed murda muzicc in my tape deck - instead of SilkkEnden up killen one of them motherfuckers So fuck them hoes, they like Grim havin killin niggas like they gots to goWith the 380M - got high til sevenJump in what you call it headin throughwards heaven, whit my50 sacc of some shit, that`ll make you get thereAbout 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty, I`m worthy strapped like James as ventured in this faulty gameIn a mainframe, that I bucked in ruff terrain, then hit the plane15 guts on a tripple beam scale niggaacual contact from the strap that I hale nigga[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]That motherfucker kept sniffin for goodsPut the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck leftAnd you don`t know nuthin but the killa gotta awayBefore 4.30 in the morning I`m gone in the 6-TreWit the windows up, must have had gin in the cupCuz I`m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up(X-caliba *echo*)[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]They got this motherfucker twisted upAnd from the sound of the barrle I got hella motherfuckers runnin upWhat should I do about these fuckin fleas?Give em all A-1 and put they seeds in they weedFigga a way out this nigga I know you got me in fileBut I got you on scanner so plan anotha way (anotha way)Told me it was (?Coda steady?)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 peakinThat`s why these nigga wanna rip keep meI`m rollin squeeky and what you want call itwitta .45 in my pocket and I`m a young alcoholicLike P-Folks I had to make it happenSacramentos most wanted I gotta keep packin, cuz of thatMy favorite cousin just go four yearsAnd when his little brotha died he showed me no tearsyour point is you get deep as the oceanTake a shiesty niggas blood and rub it on like lotionIt was like: once apon a time a long time agoI was sticken 9 milis in a pussy holeGet of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i gotta go to a spotwhen they don`t know I`m the leath nigga given up my info[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]That motherfucker kept sniffin for goodsPut the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck leftAnd you don`t know nuthin but the killa gotta awayBefore 4.30 in the morning I`m gone in the 6-TreWit the windows up, must have had gin in the cupCuz I`m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up(X-caliba *echo*)

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