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Brotha Lynch Hung

Genres: Hip-Hop

Legal Dope Compilation Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

Chorus(lynch and d-dubb)4x 

I re-fuse to lose 

Fuck them 22's 

I got an ap 10 and a throwaway tech 9 

So you know you can't fuck with mine 

 

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(verse1) 

(lynch) 

If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark 

(d-dub) 

Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet 

(lynch) 

It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up 

As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut 

Talking about 

(d-dub and lynch) 

What the fuck you smoking on? 

(lynch) 

All dome as the chronics got me gone 

Nigga it's on 

On 'til the slugs come out 

(d-dub) 

At night I do my murder red rum so tight 

(lynch) 

I'ts the third strike nigga 

So now I'm aiming up at your dome 

'bout to make your brain split and hit the fleetwood brome 

I'm like richard chase, mixed with al capone 

If you want some ripgut shit nigga 

Yeah, I got it sewn 

So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome 

And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome 

A criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his nine 

So head to the east side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga 

 

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Chorus 4x 

 

(verse2) 

Nigga, it's that-sac of indo-killafornia state of mind 

Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend corners 

In a chev 69 

Wire rims 

You can't see 

With their neighborhood flags and their black carthart beenie 

I'm like genie 

As I swoop through the hood and get up to no good 

And I wish you would 

Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks 

And empty backs out, so I max out 

350 on the black top 

More smoke than chronic smoking 

Loced out sherm, classic perm 

In my ashtray, there's always a roach 

Hit the left lane in case one times approach 

I got, 5 warrants and some '89 tags 

17 in the clip of my, auto mag 

I'ts sad 

I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black 

Leather sack, and throw me over their back 

But fuck that 

Why you think I got extended clips 

'cause I'm so high, most of the time 

I just can't miss, nigga 

 

Chorus 4x 

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