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gangsta - brotha lynch hung lyrics

[intro: brotha lynch hung | g*macc]
ayy g*macc, let me hit the weed, n*gga
the weed, let me hit the weed (okay. why we hurryin’?)
there it is, right over there, n*gga, right over there, look
(that’s what you—, oh, okay)
i think i’ma go do that sh*t
wait right here, n*gga ( n*gga, what you finna do?)

[verse 1: brotha lynch hung]
spit lead out of ‘6*4’s
in the gardens, i’m a skitzo
.9 milli with the clip showin’
rollin’ ’round in this sh*t smokin’
n0body better roll by me
last year, it was h*lla bad
started high and dropped h*lla fast
crash landing, no helipad
mamba, kobe bryant, in the game i’m like mj, a.i
anybody wanna f*ck with me, n*gga, they die (they die)
paranoid, stay high, this about to be a murder album
it’s that n*gga that eat up guts, you streamin’ this sh*t, you heard about him
he don’t really give a f*ck about it, that n*gga be on the lay*low
y’all way dumb, he stay numb, he don’t care what they say so
it’s mass murder with the black burner, n*ggas be singin’ like nat turner
so i roll solo, hit the road slow, creepin’ like a cat burglar (then what?)
with the lights off and the gun pointed out the window, it was real gory
if you hear the real story, it was over that merger, sir
tryna get me for my papers
hit ’em up, get ’em up, hit ’em up with enough lead, get away with the caper
[refrain: brotha lynch hung]
n*gga, it’s gangsta
n*gga, it’s gangsta
n*gga

[verse 2: g*macc]
i could pull your brains out, windows i hang out
do you like background vocals, take your mains out (d*mn)
so here’s the offer: you get naked or i’ll cut off your
v*g*n*l, vasectomy, rappin’ about handin’ out rectal diseases
it’s nasty, but i’d rather cut them in the half the axe and take these
rape victims d*i*e, eight victims, sick sick
corner with the .4*4, goner, on a one*way trip off that water
the mic, rock hard, we drag ’em out the car
we f*ckin’ it with no grease, no love for them
i had to bring it back, c*cked back the action*packed weapon, slice
let it off, spit it around the corner in five seconds twice — listen to it
she’s lying there dying, lifeless, and i mean
near death, like, 5 in the morning, vicodin iv’s
and if you don’t think we’ll sodomize your wife, then try me
i ain’t evil
eyes bleedin’ (what year is it?), it’s the 2000*whatever season
high*beams and sherm sticks, that’s my night dream, i mean, nightmare

[refrain: brotha lynch hung]
it’s gangsta
n*gga, it’s gangsta
[outro: brotha lynch hung | g*macc]
shh, shh, shh, d*mn, that n*gga high
that’s—, n*gga, i’ma hide that motherf*cker
what was you just, what was you just thinkin’ about, n*gga?
n*gga, i ain’t seen this yet
around the corner with it
shh, shh, shh, don’t talk
i don’t know what to tell my doctor

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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