Feel My Nature Rize Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

(Lynch): 

Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes 

Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise 

Situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances 

Leave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then I'm hittin' fences 

Now I'ma talk about the same dirty situation 

Shit you hatin', that's why your casket is waitin' 

Shine your ass up like a triple gold Dayton 

When I'm in your town you better cut like Walter Payton 

Studio man keep tapin', I got that bitch, she peratratin' 

Show your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin' 

With a note that's saying: 'sincerely, Swartzaniggaz' 

Put your hands in your pocket, give it up 

I demand I need my tweed, potent refer, man 

Bandstandin' with the hand cannon 

Split my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrill 

And that Rolex in your hand, understand? 

Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise 

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(Swartzaniggaz): 

I can feel my nature rise 

Starin' at the marks that I despise 

Through evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides 

You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me 

Got some off, but none of them hit me 

Now on a payback tip, with a patched black mask 

On the grass with a 50 caliber weapon 

Hangin' up over the door of the Chev and causin' slaughter 

Sid's Malt Liquor be that motive when I be loaded off that water 

Saw the situation heavy rollin' 

Shotgun and a Chevy that's stolen 

Strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly 

We can go there, I know there's a place for busta niggas like ya'll 

But I heard it's pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall 

Too late for that 911 call, this murder's already in progress 

Home invasions like Asian got me obsessed like a Vietnam vet 

As I kick through the front door, blastin' 

And Lynch kicked down the back 

Operation: Peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded 

Cuz it ain't no tellin' when we comin' 

Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the engine still 

runnin' 

Cuz real killers make them real quick get aways 

Spray the whole place and skirt 

As quick as we can, we does our dirt 

Whoever gets hurt, that's business 

So please don't take this personal 

It's just that murder's in my nature 

So four years now, that's what I've been searchin' for 

Cuz doin' dirt grows old when it's the same old thing 

That's why I try to take my murders to the highest extreme 

Make everybody scream, open up some spleens 

Still hearin' the blood spillin' 

It's just a little dream that I be havin' 

Man, I love killin' 

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(Brotha Lynch): 

I got a hard dick for killin' 

Southside villain 

Protect your wife and your children 

Feel my nature rise 

(Swartzaniggaz): 

Not quite knowin' about this nigga? 

Check your metro sections 

Then cross reference murders by streets and dates 

And how many times niggas' hoes' got raped 

Mr. No Prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tape 

Fuckin' with a half deck, havin' niggas on hush 

Smokin' a bowl that I re-dust 

Open up your chest when I bust 

So suit up, cuz it's kill a nigga night 

Ain't no tellin' when Triple 6 gets to shootin' up 

Movin' up your death date, with a Tre-8 special 

It's way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppers 

Split your ass open like pinata 

Loadin' up like a Rotweiler 

Lining up like Tyson snortin' cocaine powder 

Pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differ 

One wiff of that shit and I'm on cloud nine 

Nigga, don't trip if you ain't got no nuts 

Cuz I brought mine all buffed and shined 

Untouchable when I'm fuckin' full of that nitrate wine 

That's when I bust on nineteen times and up 

Cuz I'm nuts, goin' out my mind 

Few, there's no luck, you fucked for life, for sho' 

Get your ass up on the floor 

Tryin' to catch me at that lateral, slippin' 

By my lonesome, but I'm on some, so who wants some? 

Fresh out the gates, ain't no room to make mistakes 

Try to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hate 

Tuck my dick inside in the O-8 

Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45 

No body, no case 

Taste the meat, can't wait to eat 

Keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face 

(Swartzaniggaz): 

Ya'll niggas don't wanna feel my nature rise 

Cuz I get dirty, shoot up shit with my Clint Eastwood 

Leave your neighborhood lookin' like a ghost town, nigga 

You standin' on dangerous grounds 

When we come to Sac, better have your automatics on loaded status 

Cuz me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin' no prints 

Not givin' ya'll niggas a inch, cuz I'ma lynch you 

Fry your guts like Sizziline 

Have your homie reminiscing' about your gangsta lean 

Nigga, it ain't no fuckin' with my clique 

You can dial 911, but it ain't no rescue 

Man, I hope the dear Lord bless you 

Next to this nigga, ain't no one's nuts bigger 

Clutch your guts nigga, fuckin' with this Swartzanigga 

Cuz I done lost it, taggin' niggas like a pit bull with rabies 

Gone off 40 ounces of O.E. 

Creepin' up on you, like doin' my Magnum P.I. 

Lazy Eye with Lil' Blacc Mile 

Smokin' a hard dick for killin'