Lynch x1 Im one 'a da las' sicc niggaz that you heard thus far You can bump me at the crib Or while you off that nitro in your car But i dont say that to say that im a superstar But if u get high Then u can feel me no matter who u are. Now i got medieval And i had to leave them weak niggaz alone Situation dirty Squeaky clean Brotha lynch hung. Thats right i gotsta have my weed Lord knows im a fiend (this nigga dont respect me) 45 for the piece. Nigga please I be spendin g's Hold up nigga freeze Come up off that weed now u done fucked around and went up on me. I want that whole zip lock full of shamrock And if you ditch it in yo pocket i'ma heat the heat and leave you in a Meat lock Now dats my nogga Hes to the side with a mask on Im's give u 15 percent so if u need to get yo blast on And thats a fat zone Thats a good start U can sac off to the service (or what) Take it to the heart. Im a lil nigga Thinkin big Cut yo nuts off and leave you screamin like a starved pig Hold you hostage in yo crib Plan the whole stuation out so i got first dibs. Now bigger than life is how i comin out Rigorous and vigorous You niggaz know what im talkin bout. I want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so fetish And im on a break through like jerome bettis pro status. All this time i got grime on my mind Every dime i spend it on some weed and some studio time Drink ol e out the mickeys big mouth My point is I be in the cut tryna' keep these shnakes out my house
(lynch hung) You know i push play on brain one day And it played back some shit- Some shit containing (some shit containing) Shnakes (shnakes) I mean talk to me (serpants)
Lynch x2 Im one a da' las sicc niggaz that u heard thus far U can bump me at yo crib Or while u off that nitro in yo car But i dont say that to say that im a superstar But if u get high u can feel me no matter who u are. Nigga now i shit lyrics But i cant use 'em Have yo son trippin Brotha lynch hung loopin (loopin) They be off that bottle talkin bout brotha lynch be talkin bout Sick shit I heard he ate his mama out. Now how this mothafucka gon' write some shit Bout the brotha lynch hung Cause he killin in his songs He said- That niggas shit tight But he aint shit He said- God as my witness i heard he fucked thim biytches Which is supposed to be wrong criticizing my love song U hit the rope Fuckin with the brotha lynch hung. Roll information, make intimidation Catch u on yo weed high (weed high) Ill tow u up like a pitch bin Feelin dick hard when you better get yo bitch in It gets thin And im off this black & mild shit Tall can told me its smooth and now im buyin boxes of it Tryin to relax and deal with these taxes Cause they be at my checks with them axes 20 sac's Im in the backseat Im licenseless Hope my mothafuckin babys mam aint no shiesty bitch She wanna publish shit Aight thats cool She want some other shit Get off the hydro too. Niggas think i always talk about em cause i talk shit My worst nightmare is killin my bitch for tryin to get my grits Im like marc spits I swim a channel for my shit And watch yo heart split Im doin damage to yo biytch (doin damage to yo biytch) And while yo heart switch you better remember where you came from Biytch.