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(REC. 1992) Lynch'll hold them at gunpoint f**king them up, my n***as go anguish Smell the meadow of the nine in your nose, it goes Boom, your brains are liquid, contains a liquid The pain's that endangered sh*t you can't f**k with 'Cause now I got the motherf**king sickness A bucking atheist, put triple six six sick sh*t Sipping off the ??? of a nine, but at the same time, lickin' off the blood on my mind Now the motherf**ker's minds is f**ked up, mixed up And I treat them like a 40 and sip them up A young n***a on the fiend for Brotha Hung To take them on a state of a n***a Lynch theory Crucifix style-ism, a six prism a circ*mcision ??? venom ??? And overdo them, put a nine to them a brain occurs To let them know the Brotha Lynch is endangered Shoot the n***a again with something prosperous Something like some anti-gospel hits Pain killer, the main thriller, the same n***a who Back in the day came smooth with, my trigger goes boom Even now my trigger goes click, 'cause Triple Six still got my clip Then motherf**kers step up and Triple Six ??? my sickness kicks in f**king them in the as*h**e, blood on my d**k skin A n***a named Lynch killing infants and infants A gangster style ??? Boom, n***as never seen me go rip guts Blast, witness the baby hanging all out the b*t*h's ass Me and Triple Six just laugh for the f**k of it You die first, I die hella fast But motherf**kers got something to say, I'm like "f**k 'em", facts coming straight from RJ The Triple Six ??? Hold 'em up on his feet My n***as straight loaded off death venom and f**k with it Give me some of that same sh*t ??? Triple Six shoot me up with ounces, make it hurt Hit me with the arsenic acid and make it work A n***a straight schizo walk the sh*t Put my n***a's nine in my mouth and unload it Boom, tripping 'cause it ain't no clip Tripping 'cause it ain't ripping 'cause the blank won't hit ??? The n***a Lynch made up his brain when he left it Meaning I'll be back, meaning I'll stalk the motherf**ker Leaning back, c*ck the motherf**ker I'm a lay in my grave until another one of them comes to dig me up Crazy as a motherf**ker - and I'm in there Gettin' down, just for the funk of it Gettin' down, just for the funk of it Gettin' down, just for the funk of it Gettin' down, just for the funk of it Let it be known, Mr Killer Tone, Mafia Devil Child Creep blind, f**k a nine, about to go old school style Give me the razor blade fade, the suicide Slice my nuts and watch them bleed 'til my body runs dry That's how I'm going out, f**k 'em all (What about the family?) Like I said, f**k 'em all I had to roll with a nine as my bat Depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back For the f**k of it I tell you why I'm devil blind Drop the nine and dig the grave funk and kick it go for mine ??? who's n***a blind ??? What the f**k is he thinking of, the instincts A 40 dog's down by precincts A n***a's on lock down, the dirt on my skin so ??? schizo, ??? my pistol, is deep in your temple The bullet hole stinks like an as*h**e ??? Killer Tone klepto ??? the Triple Six, ??? gusto Bounty's cutting off babies' d**ks And any god in sight who could stop me, shoot me up And my n***a etch tetch the legacy, do 'em up My motherf**king brother got to f**k it up Here's my nine my n***a so what the f**k's up? I never thought I would use it, the Brotha Lynch ??? style n***as ??? gangster but now Straight remedy this, give me the kiss from a millimeter a clip Boom, and that's how my trigger went A n***a went schizo, crazy in fact I went motherf**king atheist, but n***as didn't like that But I'm a left my n***as without crying They already got me in a grave without dying Other n***as want me dead n***as on my sh*t you know, trying to make a 20 out of 15 cents Someone said though, to try to get studio time Now Brotha Lynch ain't in no mood bullsh*t, fine I get mines how I can get it, ??? I take it straight to the grave, all bullsh*t aside The Brotha Lynch Hung carries a nine, I'm a load them like this One in the clip, one in the brain One in another n***a that try to claim insane But ain't insane, ??? nightmare Critical baby killer 'cause life's so pitiful And if I was safe to carry an infant Boom ??? boom ??? blood all over the room Another chapter from a n***a young atheist Clip's all empty and I'm gone watch my trigger go boom The motherf**kers saw me coming n***as never knew what's up, though Drop the pistol and go for the throat bone Stand in full flesh, a devil's in the making A cross between a pit and a budded out Jamaican Crazy, straight crazy they call me sh*t if it ain't the same n***a who threatened to trigger nail His own son, f**k him, just let him live Never know when I'm a need my devil kids Paranoid of seed now Is the reason I'm schizo, listen to my clip go Killer Tone corrupt ??? You slept on my ass, now you wake up to a pile of sh*t Grit your teeth to let your as*h**e bleed Popping so much sh*t, you wipe your as*h**e b*t*h style Meanwhile a b*t*h ain't a b*t*h 'til she's used to being a b*t*h Trigger rich put the f**king gun up your pu**y, b*t*h Clip 15 preferred, raw grind on my nine introduces a new kind of sperm Gunpowder that burns like chlamydia So don't move while my gun runs into ya Treat 'em like a b*t*h like they'd want to be treated instead of Getting d**ked, you get f**ked by my Beretta 9 millimeter ??? gangster lean I ran up in them with the vigor of a wolverine It'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me, boom Now her period's two weeks early High dry, f**k American Pie "Took my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry" Now my n***as are getting loaded off of 40s and tye Saying "this'll be the way that I die" I'm claiming this'll be the day that I die Letting a n***a bleed 'cause I shot a f**king hole in his eye That n***a drank p*ss blood just because of my nine Saying "please don't let me die" I let the motherf**ker die, the others cry, begged for their souls I killed 50 people now I'm digging 50 ??? One got away, number 49 is running He fell a few times, boom boom, I kept coming You can run, but you can't escape And if you want to know more, yo - buy my tape I'm out of here Go buy my sh*t, and I'm out of here
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