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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Kevin Mann[00:00.03][Brotha Lynch Hung][00:00.45]I'mma let it be known[00:01.26]That I'm with the foe so nigga you know it's on[00:03.09]Oil my chrome cause I got murder in my blood and in my chromosone[00:06.57]For the fact that I take none, pack a gun in my dang-a-lang[00:09.39]That nigga that nigga that gang bang no never that nigga that claim[00:12.51]Yeah, I'm a nigga eating Jesus brains[00:14.73]I got the evil in my mutha****in back and in my mutha****in veins[00:18.93]Wearing my black to creep[00:20.28]Momma told a mutha****a he'd be dead in a week[00:23.04]So nigga what? load me like a tre five sev[00:25.89]Pass the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank[00:29.40]And while I hook em up proper[00:31.53]I got them swallowing in my loaded heart stopper[00:34.29]POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the niggas spleen[00:37.14]Plus the barrel on my mutha****in nine, lookin plus[00:40.32]That nigga that nigga that runs them motha****as back[00:42.81]I got you fiendin for a nigga like you fiend for crack[00:45.51]Cause its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed???)[00:48.36]Cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back[00:51.15]So niggas know us brothas can't go out like that[00:54.03]Sellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(You know I had to gat ya)[00:57.78]Chorus: repeat 4X[01:01.56](Yeah, you know I had to gat ya)[01:09.75](187 on a) (nigga)[01:10.23][BLH][01:12.81]Yeah, picture your death[01:19.98]That nigga that siccness[01:20.88]Figure to sick this, foo[01:21.75]That nigga that rips[01:22.50]The wickedest look at that nigga that siccness drops[01:24.27]And as my trigga goes Pop! Pop! Pop![01:26.37]That niggas be ducking from the buck shot[01:28.08]See, **** it when the gat drops, you know its in a hoes cot[01:31.20]So there it goes, not the average nigga[01:33.09]The baby killa, the rabies dealer[01:34.50]Dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth way[01:36.84]That motha****as ain't shit to me[01:39.06]White nigga, black trigga cracks every motha****as back[01:42.30]Way in the day, fools used to get they squabs on[01:45.15]The Blood gang, Deuce-Nine, Creek Mobb zone[01:47.88]Runnin a motha****a like a pit bull, loadin up that clip tool[01:51.24]But stealin on mutha****as like a clepto[01:53.40]Let no, other mutha****as raid the hood[01:56.28]Half the motha****as smokin niggas like wood[01:58.77]Got locked up with they cock up, some other niggas asshole[02:02.19]But at least my niggas had enough heart to blast though[02:04.95]Now the deuce ain't deep like 86[02:07.50]I'm solo, might as well pin me on a crucifix[02:10.59]The deuce-fo' age, baby killin athiest[02:13.26]For the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)[02:16.53]Chorus[02:37.68][BLH][02:37.83]Same ol fool, that nigga deep load, what up[02:40.71]Ain't no doubt who runs the mutha****a[02:43.29]Cause every cut I drop is like a mutha****in main course[02:46.29]Hella niggas eat that's why I make so many corpse[02:48.87]Cause when they hear that nigga that nigga that siccness drop[02:51.30]My nine millimeter goes Pop![02:52.74]My sign going to creep them[02:53.67]Nightmare creeper millimeter meter[02:55.50]Lock up, main corpse, spirit your brain[02:57.78]Got niggas killin niggas, just because I'm rappin insane[03:01.62]Something like a Manson mind, my nigga Triple Sicx[03:04.11](i got em doing a devil dance of mine)[03:05.97]Leavin em only one chance to die and niggas wanna used a Glock[03:09.45]Niggas wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down[03:12.96]Yeah, with my .38 snub nose[03:14.94]I got niggas crawlin to me tryin to pack me for the hella holes[03:18.15]Lettin loose like Antonio Montana[03:20.58]With a Uzi and I'm kickin em with a 12 gauge Moss'[03:23.28]And I'm off, psycho like I'm Michael Myers part six[03:26.61]Brotha Lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix[03:29.31]And when I grab my 9 millimeter gun, puttin' it to your back[03:32.19]'Cause I don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)[03:36.51]Chorus 2X[03:47.16](You Know I had 2 Gat Ya)