Catch You Lyrics - Singles - Brotha Lynch Hung

Chorus: nefarious (4xs) 

Catch ya wit yo pants 

Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin' 

Don't matter what you saw, death is what you reepin' 

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[lynch] 

I remain real like my cousin e-mil 

Packin steel 

It's the southside whorida 

Can't fuck wit these othasidas 

Eastside, westside 

This situation is dirty like chopped up nation 

So I stay wit the best side 

Nigga let's ride (fuck that!) 

I stay solo like a black cat 

Fuck a bad wrap 

I seen it happen to my cousin 

I'm like the dirty dozen 

Wrapped up in buns 

¡°he said he was buzzin¡± 

But you know he wasn't 

Cause if life was free I would say fuck money 

You can douse me in monkey blood 

Fill my pockets wit drug money and duck from me 

You was a fuck homie only wanted the plug nigga 

Cut yo shit off like smud nigga 

I gotta say fuck niggas and buck niggas 

And wit a passion and keep smashin' 

Get away before the task bend the corner 

On a mission for rippin niggas up like toilet tissue 

Wit the german issue 

Now yo family gone have to miss you 

I'm sicker than racism 

It's everybody killa 

Hit you wit the fully issue 

Like pg&e lit you 

See me in 3d git you 

Hit em up git rid of 

Did em up like dirty draws 

He was a jealous mothafucka 

As the story was told 29 years old 

350 gs in the bank but nobody knows 

I guess it's just that season I thank 

When niggas be hos 

Fuckin em in the cheap mo mos 

Leavin em dead in the bath tub wit no clothes 

Razorbladed grove 

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Chorus [4xs]: 

[cocain] 

I'mma catch you wit yo pants down 

Since you was talkin that shit 

You was hard on the boulevard 

Now i'mma buck this clip 

On your self I make you shit 

When antagonized if you don't realize 

You must be the type that like surprise 

I'll rise out the hood on chrome skates 

Pull a top notch bitch and fuck her ass hard on the first day 

Throwin it at me wit no debate (none) 

But I ain't the one to be trustin em 

Ain't finna get me for rape 

Punk bitch tried to hand me a case 

Until I dropped her on her face 

Bitch! take that shit and skate 

I ride wit these realas 

These niggas ain't neva fake 

Dope dealas and killas 

Whateva product could lace 

One time I always shake 

See I'm hella fast on that ass get away clean 

Most of the time count on the cash 

Hata niggas I bake em 

Playa nigga I make em 

Major figgas my mind is up on 

Gold diggas I'll shake em 

I'm that real nigga that real figga 

That real nigga from the fake 

Cause real nigga look at a fake nigga 

And they always tend to shake 

Crossed me at one time 

And I told you I'll be buckin at your wake 

Cause when I tell yo ass one time it's all it takes 

How many rhymes i'mma have tell a cat 

Bitch I ain't fake 

Betta listen to the money hungry album shit it's money to make 

And when it's money to be makin' 

That mean it's money to be takin' 

So watch yo back cause i'mma be in all black theivin like gary payton 

Chorus [4xs]: