Break Ya Loccs lyrics

[Lynch Talking]
About to leave the studio it`s 9-11, 2002
Up in here wid my nigga C-O once again
Ya know what I`m sayin?
And the motherfuckin` bad news is
What? Suspicion is back
Ya know, here we go

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I got that spit venom shit that`ll wrinkle up ya denim shit
Fuck them niggaz they all hoes I run up in them quick
Turn `em into statues, lead tattoos I stay
Twenty four deep and bring niggaz the bad news like
The Metro Section I spit petrol like gas nozzles
Bang wid my thangs nigga, you the last models
From the Garden to the creep module
I`m off the bottle makin` money like I won the lotto
You wanna follow wid ya tongue stickin` out ready to lick these nuts
Had a dream watchin` me get out the four door to get these guts
I spit flames, beat niggaz like Rick James get aim
Cause like Pac`s attraction I grip thangs
And it`s hard and cold it`ll make ya heart a cold
I sweat so much I`m so hot, I`m hard to hold
And I`ll tell you somethin` else fool Suspicion for life
Have you comin` home from work late, missin` ya wife
And ya kids and ya cribs tore up, I leave ya ribs tore up
Nuttin` else better I do, than cut up cold cuts
I`m a meat eatin`, skin collector been connected
Wid some niggaz that`ll cut you in the neck and leave you butt naked
Layin` dead in ya Lexus, what you doing?
Fryin` niggaz like they do out in Texas, Why?
Lyin` to niggaz cause they fakin` the love
You be the one takin` the slug
And you show me that you ain`t got no love for me I`m done cuz

[Hook]
Niggaz that say they real fake as fuck
Have you left set up dead in a vacant lot
No matter what they can talk all that gang
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