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[Lynch Talking]
Yeh, yeh..
Back at that ass once again
Had to do it, bitch niggaz in the town
Ya know what I`m sayin`
I`ma tell `em what I know
Know what I know
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
Word on the streets is don`t quit ya day job
I own spots while you won`t even get to own a spot
I`m unconcious sippin` on that sugary Saint I-des
Your raps need that Midas touch while mines rhymes
It`s suicide fuckin` wit me, believe it
I`ll tuck the fifty cal now cause some niggaz tried to get me
Split me in half like a joint bitch, I had it crackin`
Slugs went flyin` through ya window, nigga I`m the captain
You just rappin` to get by, might have to get to wrapped in a 6-5
Might have to get that truckin` and get locked
Nigga you taste good like sour cream and chives over potatoes
I`m a tornado, you just a puddle
A poodle talkin` shit `bout to get one put in ya noodle
Biotch ya got the nuts to be attackin` back at me
My chap I`m strapped have the fifty pound metal in the back seat
And it`s all legal, got me dumpin` at ya Regal wid the do dirty
Gotta get mine done no matter who hurt me
Every bitch I got I got the key to the spot
Better hide yo bitch before I get the key to your spot
Stand right over ya bed wid yo glock
Put one right in ya head ya whole cake
You ain`t even gon` play my shit rock up just like cocaine
You a no name I`m preachin` you still reachin` for fame
[Tall Cann]
Same old shit but a different day
Back at these niggaz like boomerangs
Nigga wanna come around and do my thang
Bangin` these niggaz for the dead issues
Call the paramedics to get you
Not fuckin` wid me in this lifetime
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