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letra de maniac ridaz - brotha lynch hung

[soldado joke dogg]
i’m gangsta steppin
representin my block
jokes be the name
702 comin through yo hood
putting hollow slugs all up in your brain
throw it up for ya gang
i’m givin a f-ck
i be the one that be gunnin for fun
sin city gang with a bang
really think you can hang with the sick -ss sin city thugs
f-ck no!
i’m ridin dirty
with the heat in my hand
stay b-mpin when i’m swervin
all day, steady curbin
wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin
i’m creepin and callin your homies
up on it and you callin for help
but n-body’s there
now i’m the suspect of a bloodbath
and i left him dead ’cause n-body cares
joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that i go
’cause a gangsta like me gotta watch his back
and a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast
f-ck that i’m ridin
wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes
and the briefcase sittin right by my side
9-milla glock and a chrome.45
and i know that all of my murderers
heard of this gangsta, crackin necks
runnin all night with a jet black 9
in a g-ride killin up your whole set
givin a d-mn with a strap in my hand
unloadin on every puto that i can
f-ckin up playas up in las vegas
erasin these hataz is the masterplan b-tch

[chorus: eklypss]
so now,
whatchu gon’ do when we hit them sticks
and hit your block like some maniac ridaz
so sick and do sh-t to you ripley’s wouldn’t believe
we got some other sick tricks hidden up our sleeve
so just p-ss the liquor
p-ss the weed
p-ss us the pcp
and you gon’ see
how we pull straps out of a hat and bust caps
and make you b-tch -ss n-gg-z take foreverlong naps

[eklypss]
i twist ’em up like a tornado
turn tasmanian
crack a cranium
devlish like that evil motherf-cker damien
cuttin loose
i’m startin funk like farts
doom juice with doom roots
i’m rippin fruit loops apart
i’m infested with doom
infected with the plague
got a b-tch to lick my wounds
my enemies is dead
pay attention, did i mention i’m down with siccmade n-gg-z?
that’ll kill a b-tchmade n-gg-
twist ’em like a french braid n-gg-
jump on a plane
we meetin osama bin laden
you betta jump on your cellular phone
and call your mama
’cause aint n-body gon’ make it home
it’s all drama
as i parachute up out that motherf-cker
i yell geroni-mo
but you don’t hear me though
at 30, 000 feet up in the air, it’s impossible
see i’m that n-gg-
that’ll land in a b-tches yard
d-ck hard enough to cut through her patio gl-ss and in barge
and get my f-ck on
up in her crib
i don’t need her permission
’cause i aint gonna let her live
i stay sick with it
and come equipped with it
after i finish with that b-tch they know eklypss did it

[pit]
i’m fresh out the county jail
just graduated from an anger management program
i like to punish n-gg-z
slow your roll like a traffic jam
it’s the n-gg- with a smile turned upside down
i keep it rough neck style
i walk the walk
i talk the talk
it aint that punk david banner
it’s the motherf-ckin hawk
chokin b-tch n-gg-z out
but i keep it gangsta with the sawed-off
your body hauled off
cause your motherf-ckin face’ll be tore off
gotta keep it gangsta
’cause we dog b-tch n-gg-z
got itchy fingers
along with triggas that’ll scratch em
and load ’em up, unload ’em
and let b-tch n-gg-z have it
ghetto savage
my claws 3 loaded automatics
that’ll rip your -ss like wolverine
when i’m on that ol’ e and listerine
a gruesome scene,
seeing your homie gettin shot in the neck
have your b-tch -ss smokin a stick
just to deal with his death
now, 1 plus 1 equals 2
that’s what i -ssume
it mean b-tch n-gg-z hang with other b-tch n-gg-z
i got him now i’m comin after you
i’m wicked and doom
so hop your b-tch -ss in this infected canoe
make no mistake
yeah n-gg- you dead
i take his soul across the foggy lake
no escape
bring the chalk
and the yellow tap
it’s just another flat-footed cop
closin a bl–dy murder case
i aint playin no games
and i aint speakin in riddles
but you n-gg-z is sweet and colorful
like a bag of skittles
all about my skrilla and bittles
always packin pistols
it’s kinda mystical
my thug n-gg-z appear like ninjas
off my gangsta whistle
apocalyptic, season if the sickness
you must repent
i reveal your strongest weakness
when i hit yo block and leave you wicked
some n-gg-z call me a demon
’cause i see the future livin gruesome
snoop on a snake -ss n-gg- like an eagle
sin city dark angel

- brotha lynch hung

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