Went This Way Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

Two years ago, a friend of mine 

told me to write me a tight ass rhyme 

and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say 

the rhyme is tight and it went this way 

And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed 

shystie niggas keep staring at me 

I had my 45 and my 44 

i put one on my briefcase so them niggas'll know 

lives get took 

that's it just like a book 

do you want a meathook 

smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took 

fo yo skrill 

hundred dolla bill 

take yo pill muthafucka 

while you bullshitin dis shit is real 

i ain't no twelve inch 

can't mix me up in this shit 

i got full clips 

and alone i do my shit 

so trust me you information faulty 

and i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty 

i'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than fuck wit you 

cause you the type of nigga that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit my 

big bad forty auto mag 

twenty sac nigga get yo money back if you don't think you of that sliznack 

motivated, totally undominated 

i got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it 

easy fo me i didn't have to work 

fourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirk 

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now just the other day a friend of mine 

told me to write me a tight ass rhyme 

and so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to say 

the rhyme is tight and it went this way 

i know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left you 

without a tight rhyme to step to 

think of all them weak ass albums you slept through 

well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you 

went to my brother's house, without a doubt 

twisted one up with the nigga, smoked'em out 

got to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type script 

high enough to write a whole career full of shit 

i mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to fuck, throw up 

man i got my cheddah cheese ass nigga know what 

i don't hold no grudges i just ain't fuckin wit you no mo, mission stay 

sicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracade 

barracade barracade barracade, barracade 

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