Bleeding House Mystery lyrics

[Verse 1 - Brotha Lynch]
Must be some leakage in my click, some niggaz done ran up in my shit
Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin `em layin` in O.A English piss
Got me all stressin` and sick, pickin` up bodies `n draggin `em, body baggin `em
Try`na get it all done before the wagon come stashin` them
Aye put Scarface on the T.V, put the volume up to ten and a half
That way when the police come Al Pacino bustin` caps
I got away with a killin`, it was self defence
Had to rinse niggaz off the hallway walls, send my hate out the ...(?)
Yellin` like a psycho when I pulled it, it was cuttin` every bullet plenty of full clips
Fuck em, ... (?)
Got a tool kit, (?) to kill em up shit
I be puttin` niggaz on the ground wid it, fuck niggaz who ain`t down wid it
They can hit the back door, see I`ma handle this
I`m so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (?) shit
If I gotta trip, I`ma heat ya and eat ya
I swear I`m serious, herious, feriously hittin` chest plates
I hit them niggaz up quick and have it all cleaned up by the next day

[Chorus - Brotha Lynch]
See I was shootin` through the hallway
Try`na hit everything in sight
Thinkin` in my mind I knew this shit could happen one night
Gotta hit that one right, when I hit that one left
And I`m in the room fillin` up the wycelf, quiet steps - Boom!
Muthafucka what`chu doin` here, don`t you know I got kids?
Hold up, he ain`t dead yet, one mo` to the ribs
Try`na get body parts to relatives, like nigga you don`t get it?
I cut when I hit it, nigga nuts `n guts ripped when I did it

[Verse 2 - Zigg Zagg]
Night after night, I had another thought of destruction
Until this eve
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