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letra de xcaliber - brotha lynch hung

[chorus: brotha lynch hung]
that motherf-cker kept sniffin for goods
put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
and you don’t know nuthin but the killa gotta away
before 4.30 in the morning i’m gone in the 6-tre
wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
cuz 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 e
and see e-a-r-double-o-e… … … (??)
where my motherf-ckering siccmade jacked at
cuz that’s the only one i could use
when i saw you at the war yeah when i lifted you out your shoes
it was the pressure from the twenty game (the twenty game)
felt like it could split your chest whide open wit it
well n-gg- you should when i’m round talkin that sh-t
bout the n-gg- that’s my kin-folks
should knew the wheel while you was givin up that info…
…mation, i’ll be of that parry mason
when i hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, fill em all up
real deal, dig a ditch give em hit a licc then take the grip
put em in the back of the cadillac show em how my mini-mac gonna act
my tactics is lethal
leave the whole town h-lla smokey
like that band that steppin over dead people
it’s like that, and you wouldn’t know it cuz i’ma cool -ss mufucca
then dump on a gang of succas
as i wait for the city to heat up like a hot pepper
gotta whole load fulla evian
and a trunck fulla fo take no’s and i can’t let go
catch you at yo show slippin
hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after i heat my heat of
i’m of the hook with this siccmade sh-t, straight made n-gg-
f-ck it, p-ss me the straight lace liquor to the face n-gg-
off the thunder burger and kool-aid and o 8
easy on the liver still make me kill a n-gg-
split you head like a pineapple
die natural!
five at your dome send em home in a pinebox
lift you out your sox
pay attention to the glock
half p-ss a n-gg-s -ss where aimen at the gr-ss take suitcase fulla cash and mash
16 in the clip crumble the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in half
bl–dy bath watter, infried n-gg- nuts and bones locaded at home i think him name is tyrone
but you know…

[verse 2: brotha lynch hung]
you can call me black sadam huseain
pump st idees through my wein -ss n-gg-
you can see me on the southside of the street
man remembered by the ((opposet)) n-gg- that flod the city
get ready for some pretty if you sicc like frank nitty
sucked blood from my momas t-ttie – instead of milk
played murda muzicc in my tape deck – instead of silkk
enden up killen one of them motherf-ckers
so f-ck them hoes, they like grim
havin killin n-gg-s like they gots to go
with the 380m – got high til seven
jump in what you call it headin throughwards heaven, whit my
50 sacc of some sh-t, that’ll make you get there
about 11:30 with your t-shirt dirty,
i’m worthy strapped like james as ventured in this faulty game
in a mainframe, that i bucked in ruff terrain, then hit the plane
15 guts on a tripple beam scale n-gg-
acual contact from the strap that i hale n-gg-

[verse 3: brotha lynch hung]
they got this motherf-cker twisted up
and from the sound of the barrle i got h-lla motherf-ckers runnin up
what should i do about these f-ckin fleas?
give em all a-1 and put they seeds in they weed
figga a way out this n-gg- i know you got me in file
but 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 peakin
that’s why these n-gg- wanna rip keep me
i’m rollin squeeky and what you want call it
witta .45 in my pocket and i’m a young alcoholic
like p-folks i had to make it happen
sacramentos most wanted i gotta keep packin, cuz of that
my favorite cousin just go four years
and when his little brotha died he showed me no tears
your point is you get deep as the ocean
take a shiesty n-gg-s blood and rub it on like lotion
it was like: once apon a time a long time ago
i was sticken 9 milis in a p-ssy hole
get of the ol 8 old murda moe then i gotta go to a spot
when they don’t know i’m the leath n-gg- given up my info

- brotha lynch hung

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