Bleeding House Mystery lyrics

f/ Zigg Zagg



[Verse 1 - Brotha Lynch]

Must be some leakage in my click, some niggas done ran up in my shit

Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin `em layin` in Ol 8 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 niggas off the hallway walls, send my hate out to all they dogs

Yellin` like a psycho when I pulled it

It was cuttin` every bullet plenty of full clips

Fuck em, feed em tef` tips

Got a tool kit, filled of kill em up shit

I be puttin` niggas on the ground wid it, fuck niggas 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 niggas 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 evening, couldn`t believe it ran up in my home with the heat, buckin

My baby`s watchin` it, front row seated, with the chrome to the (?) momma

No pain right now, but later on down the line with the head drama

Didn`t expect this to happen to me but this evening was heated

When I walked outta the bedroom, witnessed `em flash by deep and all black eye ...(?)

I mean five or six of `em, strapped, with the nine-milla to my face

I (?) the hallway, backed up, and ran to the closet for the 12 gauge

What could I do right now beside let it all surface

Then come fuck up your shit on purpose, I got your whole system nervous

But you lied to me compulsive, hit me the hardest like explosives

into your underground Black Market recordin` shit, get focused

Dis Siccmade, can`t nothin` possibly take that away

But if you make me mad, I get that rage

Inflict pain, then make arrangements

Labelled the most wanted, the most dangerous

Wake up out of a dead sleep, walkin` to the murder

Then flamed the rush



[Chorus] x1



[Verse 3 - Brotha Lynch]

See now it`s two weeks later, I had to cut like a cheese grater

Did in all black like a Raider and hit niggas up like a pager, red beam laser

My trust got all fucked up so now I`m watchin` the lights behind me

Tuckin` the metal stuff, try`na get that shit behind me

Testin` my ghetto luck, in the streets Zigg Zagg, my crimey

We lookin` for that prime meat

We lookin` for that man that plotted the crime to try to tie my

life span, splatter my pipe dream

Leave you stiff like a mic stand

Yeah I`m the Burbank titan, whether you likin` it or not

Grew up right out of 24th street, yeah some call it the block

And when they first hit the locks, see I was shot

All I saw was chrome and niggas in black ski masks, comin` in my home

They try`na take my money, they try`na get paid, so I don`t blame `em

But I wish I had the chopper to put the flame to `em

But I didn`t, just a hand pistol, same doin`, bone gristle

Came to `em, dumpin at shadows, and I was havin` shoot-out battles



[Chorus] x2
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