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brotha lynch hung - heataz lyrics
[first degree:]
the evil that men do got me servin’ heaters
morphin’ them body bleeders into believers
had these b-tches bringin’ me cleavage and cannibis-sativa
big leaguers, wide receivers, we quivers off malt liters
so lead us to the cheap sh-t, got more close so i could reach it
need it in the jungle, humble man gone too soon, wasn’t ready for the rumble
so i disperse my seasoning, pleasing when i get to reasoning
like soul cleaner, when did it, when did it get to heatin’ up?
f-ck, f-ck, another f-ck, f-ck the b-tch and they stuck
f-ck till they brains stuffed, then changed they demeanor,
after sticking in v-g-n-
turn a perfect stranger into my part time personal rump ranger
workin’ the night shift, temporary employment, ya mind says fight it
but your emotions is delighted,
and thats what runs you sensitive b-tches and n-gg-s
get ran for a loop, my heat is a m-th-f-ck, first degree
oh first degree so bound to the city,
sittin’ high lookin’ down next up to the climax
stayin’ deliciously loaded, quit my fry, mr. hot burnin’ flesh
got that thc marinatin’ in my chest, that stays i guess
so i’m approachin’ this light sh-t, and heatin’ it beautiful
i’ma tokin’ this wide stick, hittin’ plentiful
huh, huh, huh, tryna make my dollar
[polo:]
i got somethin’ for your mask
this sh-t here is hard to swallow
could be hazardous to your health
fully equipped to leave your insides hollow
ziplock lips and listen
i’m on a mission, switchin’ positions
in case of accidental consumption
dilute with 2 cups of milk and contact your physician
heated and hanged, who am i? trigger man, suspect number one
i let loose, do not induce vomiting, or you throwing up your lung
dialing 9-1-1, it’s flammable, uncontainable
you die by the superfly when i spy, flip and grip, changeable
specially formulated to have all costs regulated
and also the ones that partic-p-ted in playing b-tch games,
and plain playa hatin’
5 foot 6″, sick hogg and all about mines
dead bodies don’t talk, kill ’em, tape and chalk
so if you fall short….flatline
n-gg-, when you near give me adequate ventilation
avoid physical contact and inhalation
facial premeditation can lead to skin and eye irritation
does that exlude a b-tch, boot town boot up, shoot up sh-t
never water based, straight laced to your face
with no nurse or first aid chase, no after taste
now brace yourself for the hand that rocks the cradle
n-gg- them conversations lead to sticky situations that sometimes turn fatal
hogg translation: blew yay up straight with this heated -ssociation
ill-strations,
picture yourself in a body bag wearin’ them closed casket decorations
i got a house full of heaters and liters of gas to light up that -ss
and it’s mandatory, too short for long conversation
no pre-animation, no nuts, no glory, no witness, no story
makin’ derogatory statements with my stainless
slugs with names signed in blood, individuals stuffed up the -n-s
dangerous, aimin’ for your body
almost definitely pull that for hand to hand combat karate
it’s some a that southern young fool
[p-folk:]
now what’s up? i look in the rearview mirror
chevy astro van’s suspicious
usin’ my brain, beware of the game
suspects might be thinkin’ i’m fakin’
it’s a habit to be caught with and without
reachin’ up under my seat to grab my piece
and the chamber done gauged a round
turn a beat down, put it in first gear, slow pace
thinkin’ that i might be paranoid
effects from the filthy re-chronic blunt that i just smoked with my boys
sped ahead, hogg check, all red til’ i’m dead
and i’ll be d-mned if these n-gg-s try to make me, p-folk, brake bread
i’m tied up to it, i’m dread,
like it said ‘you live by the sword, you die by the sword’
these n-gg-s don’t know they got a one way ticket home to the lord
so bullets will spray, be up and out the situation
and since it’s a jack move, my objective is i gotta take ’em
roll ’em outta the mainstream
how they warped thinkin’ they been ejected all up in my section
make a left down el cord, toward northern direction
viewer discretion, preparation for a justified homicide
these n-gg-s know they ain’t no friend of mine, (check they self)
caught up at a red light
grippin’ this trilli, thug from hollis with nuthin’ to prove
come here ruge, enemies hoppin’ up out the low, p-folks refuse to lose
split ones wig with the zig, evidently he didn’t see my third eye
the second suspect tried to hit p-folk from the blind side
exchangin’ round for round, look like a match, the lead sped out the strap
one enemy down, two enemies gone, hollow point penetration to the back
the villain defeated, the driver retreated and his partna leaded
jack got cracked in the mask, for sho’ i’m heated
[lynch:]
they told me to get my heat, so i got mine
them m-th-f-ckas done made they hit
now we only got the mini mack in the trunk, sawed off pump and the .45th
confident that we handle funk like m-th-f-ckin’ g’s
so all you b-tches and snitches get ditches when my trigger finger itches
it’s viscous, for some reason i’m still in that season
all them other m-th-f-ckas done left, smother m-th-f-ckas to death
other m-th-f-ckas done slept long
hit off the kryptonite and get gone
hit ’em up two in the dome, visit your funeral home alone
had love for them once when this sh-t got grim
killin’ me softly, it’s costly, check the chin, hit the henn and then bend
one dial 1-800 old gold
and you picture me surrounded by fifty pounds of brown meat
grade a beef, it ain’t cheap
i got that sh-t that’ll make them weak minds upchuck
upchuck your guts and i’ll have your nuts, w-ssup?
you was locked down, so i f-cked your b-tch
gave you that syphilis d-ck, looped the music, made slick throats slit
trump tight murder on sight, split ya dome, hit ya home at night
move in the dark with infer-red light
you die, then i’ma do your wife
i’ma leave you hangin’ on your doorstep
have your wife -ss b-tt naked, razor blade razed from the -ss to the neck
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