Brotha Lynch Hung Album

[No lyrics]

Strikin' through the deuce wit the 40 in ma mouth
The nigga wit the rep of athiest-a-mistik doubt
rippin' the label off the 4-0...based on the fact
I got respect fo ma dead folks...prop fo ma nigga loccs
187 in the hood I can't say shit
one time thinking it was premeditate it
I can eat a view from the deuce 4 blocc
40 in ma mind thinkin I'm gonna get shot
In deuce 24 deep the nigga wit the siccness
A nigga wit a hella enimies always cool and they be siccs
Niggas from the hood ended up proven they was a snitch
Fucc it...created it x-rated now I'm tryin to get rich
Ain't that a bitch, that snitch...none-a-nay
Motherfuckers mad cause they can't make tapes
and I gotta get paid so I can buy ma 4-0
to live the athiest life I was brain-washed to know
Niggas run up everyday wantin to get sum
I told them who runs the motherfucker flow and then sum
win sum... lose sum like a nightmare
I got enough shit on ma mind I just can't care
I'm on the run...runnin from whos ever gun is aimin
I'm all up in the middle of shit aint even claimin
Tryin to survive in the hood is tough enough cause them niggas already thinkin
I'm claimin crete-ma..trippin on gettin snuffed by the view

[BLH]
I'ma let it be known that im with the force so nigga you know its on
Oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone
For the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang
That nigga that nigga that gang bang no never that nigga that claim
Yeah im a nigga eating Jesus brains
I got the evil in my muthafuckin back and in my muthafuckin veins
Wearing my black to creep,
Momma told a muthafucka he'd be dead in a week
So nigga what? load me like a (12 5???) sale,
Pass the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank
And while i hook em up proper
I got them swallowing in my loaded heart stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the niggas spleen
Plus the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, lookin plus
That nigga that nigga that runs them mothafuckas back
I got you fiendin for a nigga like you fiend for crack
Cause its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed???)
Cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back
So niggas know us brothas can't go out like that
Sellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(You know i had to gat ya)

Chorus: repeat 4X

187 on a nigga, nigga, nigga
You know I had 2 Gat Ya

[BLH]
Yeah, picture your death,
That nigga that siccness
Figure to sick this, foo
That nigga that rips
(??? look at that nigga ) that siccness drops
And as my trigga goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
That niggas be ducking from the buck shot
See, fuck it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes cock
So there it goes, not the average nigga
The baby killa, (???a rabies)
Dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth way
That mothafuckas ain't shit to me
White nigga, black trigga cracks every mothafuckas back
Late in a day, fools used to get they squabs on
The blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone
Runnin a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
But stealin on muthafuckas like a clepto
Let no, other muthafuckas raise yo hood
Half the mothafuckas smokin niggas like wood
Got locked up with they cock up, some other niggas asshole
But atleast my niggas had enough heart to blast though
Now the duece ain't deep like 86
I'm solo, might as well see me on a crucifix
The duece for age, baby killin athiest
For the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)

Chorus

[BLH]
Same ol fool, that nigga deep load, what up
Ain't no doubt who runs the muthafucka
Cause every cut i drop is like a muthafuckin main (course??)
(???) thats why i make so many corpse
Cause when they hear that nigga that nigga that siccness drop
My nine millimeter goes Pop!
My sign going to creep them,
Nightmare creeper millimeter meter
Lock up, main corpse, spirit your brain
Got niggaz killin niggaz, just because im rappin insane
Something like a manson mind, my nigga triple six
(i got em doing a devil dance of mine)
Leavin em only one chance to die and niggaz wanna used a glock
Niggaz wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down
Yeah, with my 38 snub nose
I got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes
Lettin loose like Antonio Montana
With a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) six
Brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix
And when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your back
Cause i don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)

Chorus 2X

(You Know I had 2 Gat Ya)

[No lyrics]

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
yeah and ya don't stop the Brotha Lynch in the house ya don't stop
yeah and ya don't stop hoes keep giving up that cock
cuz every nigga got a hoe
oh and every hoe is a bitch
so I let em know from the get
that they fucking with a skitso
I let em know I don't play that shit
fucking with the Brotha Lynch and you'll be dealing with a pistol
and for your man I got a nine in my nick so
punk nigga what you trip fo
sweating me about some slut
I didnt make that dumb bitch swallow my nut
the running em up tone down slut giving up hella butt
and all ya gotta do is get the bitch drunk as a motherfuck
and the pussy is yours for the taken
and nigga you sprung on that what you thanking

[chorus]
niggas in general sprung off the mineral
I rather trip off a homie than a hoe
and to my niggas in the gardens now ya know
if you lose a hoe gain a hoe

ain't that a bitch
about a puerto rican I was with last weekend
Songtextefucking with dank and I had the bitch tweaking
rushing the guts and I had the bitch leaking I mean fucking it up
I had the voice level peaking small coulda sprung the hoe
but what I did is get her sprung off dick
but now ya know she try to get it everywhere she go
fucking every nigga with a cash flow
but didnt get the cash though
now the bitch stuck on dumb
cuz she got 2 pimps and 1 pussy to work from
and now a niggas upset
yo he didnt know his young hoe was doing work for a bet

[chorus]
niggas in general sprung off the mineral
I rather trip off a homie than a hoe
and to my niggas in the creek now ya know
if you lose a hoe gain a hoe

whos the pimp it ain't that nigga thats hoeing
fucking got stuck on sprung with the bitch ya you know em
talking pimp shit
but all that talking ain't meant shit
you got a gang of hoes giving up the cash flow
claiming you the best nigga that can pimp a hoe
well if thats so don't you getting mad at me
cuz your hoe wanna give me up the pussy for free
cuz I'm your homie you said we can both do her
and your scheming on one of my hoes
but never knew I get paid regardless
make that switch I'll take yours you take mine go head take that bitch
cuz shes a hoe and its a hoe thang
matter fact take both but don't be mad cuz Ima still be getting the cash flow
cuz every hoe is like money to me
you see I check em cash em and charge em a fee

[chorus]
niggas in general sprung off the mineral
I rather trip off a homie than a hoe
and to my niggas in Medaview I know ya know
if you lose a hoe gain a hoe

whos the hustla bust a cap
and ya must adapt to the pimp game so nigga peep game
I keep hoes on weight then had a motherfuckas buying me daytons
and meanwhile I still pimp the hoes my invincy knows and then tincy grows
to pimp hoes like pops does
I call him miny mack pimpsta with a living plus many women
just any and then some I keep em going
I keep em going make doeing I keep em hoeing and ya knowing
your bitch ain't kicking in
but steadly getting away with your ends
you gotta drop her cop her up against the water
straight smack her back up kick her in the gut
and then sock a blood clot and that bitch is ass
but don't bruise her cuz a tone down hoe don't make no cash

[chorus]
niggas in general sprung off the mineral
I rather trip off a homie than a hoe
and to my niggas in Lindon Hill I know ya know
if you lose a hoe gain a hoe

whos the sin it ain't that nigga thats tripping
tripping off a devil but your devils still pimping
ploting planing scheming scaning
said the dicks proper but she fronting on my man and hes stressing
lesson 1 is never let the yo devil get ya sprung to point you cant let go
stolen from your homies nigga what you think
you better keep her from the homies cuz the homies on the gank move
so what you think I think you sprung
17 nigga much too young
you better lose that hoe and nigga gain a hoe
it'll be cold unless you wanna gain control

[chorus]
niggas in general sprung off the mineral
I rather trip off a homie than a hoe
and to my niggas in the heights now ya know
if you lose a hoe gain a hoe

whos the nigga that nigga that nigga that thought he was slick
got married fucked up now his wifes on my dick
I wont trip cuz if I trip I might cause trip
a six nigga that who will come and throw a 40 down my lip
now I don't give a fuck about shit no mo
sure don't give a fuck about a bitch ass hoe
you know niggas in general dipping in the mineral
it takes a nigga to get drunk and hurt then ya know
then ya hoe try to make you fall for the O
but I be catching that shit bitch I ain't no joke
I caught ya sliping sliding
acting like ya riding my shit
but like I said it ain't nothing but a dick peep game
thought it was a music thang
ain't that a bitch being a bitch being a bitch insane
cuz eeing a bitch will hide shit keep cover
you cant front while ya fucking my brother bitch
just another motherfucker on the pow like me
cuz it was if the okie doke falling full of pussy
see ya name ain't shit and your game ain't shit
the fact you came ain't shit you just a lame ass bitch
be a hoe you why cant you know
if I lose your hoe Ima gain another hoe
so go on with all that lying shit
thats cool just keep supplying shit

[chorus]
niggas in general sprung off the mineral
I rather trip off a homie than a hoe
and to my niggas on Mack Road I know ya know
if ya lose a hoe gain a hoe

19 motherfuking 96 let a bitch be a hoe be a slut fucking all my crew
but I'm paid than a motherfucker then another sucka nigga
held a motherfucking trigger to my dome and said thats my girlfriend
I said your girlfriend ain't nothing but a bitch to me
and while ya loving the fool you getting played
you need to quit that love shit and get paid
I could see if the bitch was faithfull
but ain't nobody faithfull you need to get a bitch and be thankful
cuz niggas in general sprung off the mineral
you need a dip a little hard then ya know
and thats the pimp daddy Lynch on the microphone
and if you lose a hoe gain a hoe
and I'm out
yeah a little Hitman's in the house
my nigga Sisko's in the house
my nigga X motherfucking Raided's in the house
Kilo and Kilo G's in the house
and Kilo's homies in the house
Sisko's in the motherfucking house
and Mo Green he in this motherfucking house
and G-Man and Short E and Waynee Wayne and R.J.
and Triple Six is in the motherfucking house
but first of all Brotha Lynch is in the house
and I'm gonna do it like that
in this pyshical fitness on the hitlist
don't miss going off head doing all that crazy shit
Im out 93 you know I'm gonna do it like that
Im gonna kick that 24 deep shit for my homie X
you know what I'm saying I'm 95

[Devil]
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah
ya'll interested to know
check that shit Lynch
its the devil

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
yeah the cap busting neva stops
I got my clips and my glocks a bunch of motherfuckas give me props
funny style fools dealt with thats why I neva Lynch Hung with the crews low
neva caught slipping I knew I had to have mine (yeah)
so I hooked up with my folks who hooked a nigga with a nine
now I got my own back fade and once ya start shooting at foos
you betta have your own grave made
foo named Blackie spitting at everybody bout
how he was hard and was knocking niggas out
I see some envyist of the Lynch Hung
everytime I talk to em foos say he just bought a new gun
and I can feel em from a mile away
fronting like he all that shit but like my nigga say
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
so hey I got my own back fade nigga

[chorus]
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
Songtexte[Brotha Lynch Hung]
yeah I got my own back fade
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
yeah I got my own back fade
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
yeah I got my own back fade
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
yeah I got my own back fade

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
nigga I thought you knew you couldnt fade this
all them props you got ain't but fake shit
trying to run up on a oozie with a nine clip
and find your brain cooking in a barbecue pit (yeah)
cuz I don't play that shit low and I ain't soft
bout your rumors Gimmy got his mouth shot off
then his head cut off just for fucking up
with a nigga that got a room full of baby gut
when I was peeping it I was tripping off of what I seen
dumb nigga you fronting on the wrong team
I coulda had you with a click getting hella props
now you running around like a monkey with his head cut off
fucking with me
no checking my nine pops
leaving a nigga with a mouth full of gun shots
by a lunatic niggas score some old clothes
Im like some paid to filling bodies full of bullet holes
and I can feel em from a mile away
fronting like they all that shit but like my nigga say
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
so hey I got my own back fade nigga

[chorus]
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
yeah I got my own back fade
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
hey I got my own back fade
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
[Brotha Lynch Hung)
you know I got my own back fade
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
hey I got my own back fade

[Devil]
yeah you know what I'm saying
Im the so called Devil that Brotha Lynch was talking bout you know
they cant nobody fade this
this nigga packs his own people you know what I'm saying
but with this cannibalistic theory you know what I'm saying
so umm Lynch help me with this shit kick that old shit

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
most of my niggas come and go like a foos life
a couple of 40's and a joint later nut not
thats why I'm kicking with the hardest motherfucker living
my nigga nine eating humans like Thanksgiving
and it be eating em by the fo's at least
marinating niggas skin like a thick slab of roast beef
then I'm cooking em while I'm fiending for fee
drinking a 40 eat some human meat and sit and watch my teeth bleed
ain't a motherfucker out trying to feel me
about a million motherfuckas wanna kill me
thats why ninna got 16 partners
smoking a nigga from my human meat pot luck
click popo buckshots to a niggas chest
nigga rips in my mouth now whos next
I got the menu of a motherfucking cannibal
as I continue I'm a human eating niggaro
eating niggas with my nine so hey
you fronting like your all that shit but like my niggas say
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
so hey I got my own back fade nigga

[chorus]
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
yeah I got my own back fade
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
yeah I got my own back fade
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
yeah I got my own back fade
[Devil]
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
yeah I got my own back fade

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
coming straight from the grave with the rip gut
cannibal Atheist couldnt give a motherfuck
heard alot of motherfuckas wanna stop this
I keep em paralyzed young manotonis
though I pop shit something like a blood vessel
drink blood like a vamp then become amp
that means I take all the pussy and you get the fist
grab a leg like a wishbone and make a wish
pop yeah there it goes first love lead
to a bed full of pussy bleeding bloodshed
now I'm psyched cuz I know a nigga want some
he better pack a gun or know how to run
and I ain't met too many niggas that could eat meat
like a nigga with a mouth full of crooked teeth
and I'm a motherfucker that thrive on homosapien beef
them niggas don't know I'm seriously crazy
and I can feel em from a mile away
fronting like they all that shit but like my nigga say
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
so hey I got my own backfade nigga

[Devil]
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

(feat. Shawna Coyle)

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
roll me a motherfucking joint
check my gat nigga get my point cuz I jack
roll on foos like vice and my nine milla meter ain't nathan nice
I start jacking for blunts a black jacket and ones I get dank
Im sending niggas blood to the blood bank
you better hook me up proper
or die from my loaded heart stopper
like nut smoking up blunt for blunt
and one time you can take me if you check me if you want
cuz soon as I get my dank
you know it ain't 10 minutes later for I'm planning my next gank
and even if your down with my crew
[conversation]
(yo shut up man I don't understand this man, yo you get this motherfucka, I
jack him too)
so hook it up Mo Green
you know its that gat pressing up against your motherfucking spleen
gimmie all that green bud or you'll be kicking up dust off the motherfucking
rug
straight jacket off to the next nigga
R.J. you better have a nate trigger
I don't play nigga so give it up shit
I got the same old nine that I blasted old Mo Green with foo
Songtextebreak yourself smooth
gimmie all that mexican sex and don't stress
I got this shit handled
put about 10 of them sacks on a motherfucking panel
and I'm out the back door
Triple Six next victim cuz foo I need a 4 O
Im might be kinda difficult
but Ima need me a 12 gage and a trench coat
lil ride the door
Triple Six in the room with some vannah on armed in the coat
telling everybody don't move I'm fiending
hit the ice box for the Old English
didnt have to use my gun
now I'm off to Green Haven I pop 8 3 1 nigga
jackpot ounce to the bounce
snatch 2 ounces then I bounce
and whatcha cant faking on the way out I saw the keys to the jeep
I might as well take it
nigga kept breaking next nigga M.C. Hobbs
foo start tripping so I put out the lights [2 gunshots]
took about 6 40's
now I'm back to the motherfucking duece while they look for me
Im in the creek getting butted and drunk
a nigga hiting homeless with the dank
and I could feel them niggas that I just ganked
coming up so I grab the gat nigga
to my head shawnte' on the trigger
better do it before I send ya home
pop pop pop pop 4 to the dome

[Shawna Coyle]
shit I really shot that motherfucka

(feat. Mia Bruce, T.M. Shades)

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
creeping in the dark with a nine and a four O
5 O 12 O clock so I creep slow duece fo
homies know I just cant claim so I stay neutral
pack me some ammo and Im (?) mothafucking fo fo
cant pack a piece too often
end up having another suckas guts hanging off
and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.
reeping off the fits doing time in the penitentary
and as I creep I peep mista locsta with the gun outta his holsta
thinking he supposed to point it at me
but now everybody loves a cop killa
so what I did is grabe my nine but before I put the clip in
all I heard is pop pop pop what Im tripping
my body's licking blood I cant call it
one time murdering a young alcoholic
Im on the ground with a 40 spilled on my chest
bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest
caught slipping my niggaro's
you can burn that hearse cuz Ima walk to my funeral

[Mia Bruce]
can you feel
can you feel it
Songtexteyou know what you got to do
can you feel
why dont you take
you know what you got to do
can you feel
why dont you take
can you feel

[T.M. Shades]
I cant believe that I got shot I thought I ducked
I was just rolling my dice pressing my luck
kicking it with them fellas drinking 40's on the block
talking about what my dice will do when they drop
then all of the sudden dam I think saw a gun
after I heard the bam that made everybody run
Im trying to run but I aint cuz Im falling
my body's getting numb
I hear my mother calling
my heart stops but it dont feel like Im dead
and now Im seeing black puzzled and surprised
my worst start nightmare was now realitized
and I didnt even get me a chance to say good bye to my mommy
ambulance covering my body
put me in the truck closed the door stuck a tag on my toe
and put me in a drawer case closed
another inocent victim victimized
in the wrong place at the wrong time
my story was wrote the book read now I might be laying here dead
but Ima walk to my funeral

[Mia Bruce]
can you feel
I want to know why dont you just listen to me
why dont you listen to me
can you feel

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
10 O clock at the set Lynch crept
some nigga rolled up in a mob wanted a cigarette
nuttining now Im smoking on some indo
and on that note he stuck a gage out the window
break yourself for that dank and your cash
foo try to take my grip and then mash
Im like what, heh
Im not going out foo I bust out my ol school and swing my things real cool
so what up
Im not tripping off your gage what up
aint even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut
so bust he start loading me full of them shells
there wasnt no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell
6 holes in my body and Im trying to walk
grave yard straight called me Im living off a nerve shock
and on my tombstone 1996
and I got but Im gonna strike to my funeral

yeah in the mothafucking house my nigga Shades you know

[Mia Bruce]
can you feel me

thanks for acompaning me ont this mothafucka ya know

[Mia Bruce]
can you feel me

we gonna do some damage ya know in the 96 ya know

[Mia Bruce]
can you feel
can you feel me
can you feel me

[No lyrics]