Welcome 2 Your Own Death-Brotha Lynch Hung

[ti:Welcome 2 Your Own Death] [ar:Brotha Lynch Hung] [al:Season Of Da Siccness The] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.09]Welcome 2 Your Own Death - Brotha Lynch Hung [00:01.73]Written by：Brotha Lynch Hung/Hystables [00:02.75] [00:12.02]And as I bail through the woods of the south side [00:14.66]Terror zone nine Millie chrome [00:16.35]Kill alone cause I trust no snitch [00:18.81]When I peel a dome and bail [00:20.87]Gone like hell right through the do [00:22.94]I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boggy boo n**ga ooh [00:25.97]Watch me bail n**ga but you don't see me though [00:28.81]Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle [00:31.69]But takin' a puff of the dank stuff [00:33.82]And enough that double o a e doozy me [00:35.73]I'm slowly loadin' up the Uzi [00:38.39]Well now who's he [00:39.49]Well it's that dead motherf**ker doe [00:41.51]Well watch know comin' through with that murder mo [00:44.31]And I heard you know now [00:45.54]Whose been bustin' up on the garden block [00:47.40]You either give up the information [00:49.27]N**ga or get shot so n**ga now what [00:51.41]I guess you wanna dose of this Millay [00:53.74]Twenty four shots from that mamma's baby kill a [00:57.08]N**ga Mack hustle cap bust in fact I'm just a mac10 [01:00.34]Bustin' em at your chin before I crept n**ga [01:02.55]Welcome to your own death [01:03.91] [01:04.45]N**ga welcome to your own death [01:08.38] [01:10.55]N**ga welcome to your own death [01:14.78] [01:16.93]N**ga welcome to your own death [01:20.91] [01:23.28]N**ga welcome to your own death [01:27.80] [01:28.85]N**ga welcome to your own death [01:33.74] [01:35.90]N**ga welcome to your own death [01:40.03] [01:41.95]Buck for them who don't know bout lock to the brain [01:44.27]Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game [01:46.91] [01:47.67]Buck for them who don't know bout lock to the brain [01:50.46]Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game [01:53.42]Some n**gas miss my sics [01:54.45]Some n**gas don't know me n**gas don't know my click [01:56.94]That o lock double c o g rip gut cannibal type of sh*t [01:59.80]Plus many more caps bust [02:01.43]Anymore sacks to roll up we need that high back [02:04.21]So n**gas done load them nines and pull them hijacks [02:06.67]And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up [02:09.55]Tack one up for lock to the brain [02:11.32]Them n**gas that really don't give a f**k [02:12.87]Around and get buck shorted up [02:14.12]And dumped in a truck and left in a cut [02:15.94]So n**ga now watch gone do with a mini mac10 ten at yo gut [02:18.40] [02:19.08]Plus n**gas nuts and guts is what I rips for [02:21.42]Creepin' up in a six four impala [02:23.75]Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause [02:27.68]Know what I do is let my nine do the talkin' [02:30.14]Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral lock [02:31.89]Diggin' yo smoke from the Mack 10 [02:33.78]I had ya pussin' just in case [02:35.25] [02:35.80]I got me a mac11 for your face that's leavin' no trace [02:38.65]Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a n**gas neck [02:41.53]So watch the reaper when I creep crept [02:43.99]Welcome to your own death [02:45.70]N**ga welcome to your own death [02:49.22] [02:51.69]N**ga welcome to your own death [02:55.58] [02:57.91]N**ga welcome to your own death [03:02.19] [03:04.32]N**ga welcome to your own death [03:08.52] [03:10.60]N**ga welcome to your own death [03:15.14] [03:16.94]N**ga welcome to your own death [03:21.69] [03:22.97]Buck for them who don't know bout lock to the brain [03:25.20]Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game [03:27.87] [03:28.86]Buck for them who don't know bout lock to the brain [03:31.54]Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game [03:34.11] [03:34.84]When I hit the block with a nine [03:36.40]Them fools better be duckin' [03:37.81]My n**ga duck got out the car [03:39.60]And started buckin' at n**gas runnin' [03:41.31]Untraceable gauge shells [03:42.81]Only worry is goin' to hell [03:44.56]And 50 they just can't swoop [03:46.27]See cause we mobbin' too well [03:47.98]My murder file done pile more than a n**ga expected [03:51.34]See cause have of the city of sac still ain't accepted [03:54.49]That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'm ma put in work [03:57.45]Cause my o t told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt [04:00.68]And I'm tired of warnin' a motherf**ker about a n**ga like me [04:04.12]When it's hard to believe [04:05.12]The nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance [04:07.41]See that's the city and it's making a motherf**ker stress [04:10.36]Gotta watch your back like 247 [04:12.63]Unless you wanna e livin' the rest of your life [04:14.94]Up in a cemetery die n**ga die you'll repeat until you're buried [04:19.40]That nine millimeter givin' no motherf**king respect [04:22.76]Up on your back with your last breath [04:25.07]Welcome to your own death [04:26.71]N**ga welcome to your own death [04:30.61] [04:32.84]N**ga welcome to your own death [04:37.00] [04:45.45]N**ga welcome to your own death [04:49.99] [04:51.69]N**ga welcome to your own death [04:56.35] [04:58.50]N**ga welcome to your own death