One A Da Las Sicc-Brotha Lynch Hung

One A Da Las Sicc - Brotha Lynch Hung Lynch x1 im one 'a da las' sicc niggaz that you heard thus far you can bump me at the crib or while you off that nitro in your car but i dont say that to say that im a superstar but if u get high then u can feel me no matter who u are. now i got medieval and i had to leave them weak niggaz alone situation dirty squeaky clean brotha lynch hung. thats right i gotsta have my w**d lord knows im a fiend (this ni**a dont respect me) 45 for the piece. ni**a please i be spendin g's hold up ni**a freeze come up off that w**d now u done *****ed around and went up on me. i want that whole zip lock full of shamrock and if you ditch it in yo pocket I'ma heat the heat and leave you in a meat lock now dats my nogga hes to the side with a mask on im's give u 15 percent so if u need to get yo blast on and thats a fat zone thats a good start u can sac off to the service (or what) take it to the heart. im a lil ni**a thinkin big cut yo nuts off and leave you screamin like a starved pig hold you hostage in yo crib plan the whole stuation out so I got first dibs. now bigger than life is how I comin out rigorous and vigorous you niggaz know what im talkin bout. i want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so ***** and im on a break through like Jerome Bettis pro status. all this time i got grime on my mind every dime i spend it on some w**d and some studio time drink Ol E out the Mickeys big mouth my point is i be in the cut tryna' keep these SHNAKES out my house (Lynch Hung) you know I push play on brain one day and it played back some sh*t- some sh*t containing (some sh*t containing) SHNAKES (SHNAKES) I mean talk to me (serpants) Lynch x2 im one a da' las sicc niggaz that u heard thus far u can bump me at yo crib or while u off that nitro in yo car but i dont say that to say that im a superstar but if u get high u can feel me no matter who u are. ni**a now i sh*t lyrics but i cant use 'em have yo son trippin brotha lynch hung loopin (loopin) they be off that bottle talkin bout brotha lynch be talkin bout sick sh*t i heard he ate his mama out. now how this motha*****a gon' write some sh*t bout the brotha lynch hung cause he killin in his songs he said- that niggas sh*t tight but he aint sh*t he said- god as my witness i heard he *****ed thim biytches which is supposed to be wrong criticizing my love song u hit the rope *****in with the brotha lynch hung. roll information, make intimidation catch u on yo w**d high (w**d high) ill tow u up like a pitch bin feelin dick hard when you better get yo ***** in it gets thin and im off this Black & Mild sh*t Tall Can told me its smooth and now im buyin boxes of it tryin to relax and deal with these taxes cause they be at my checks with them axes 20 sac's im in the backseat im licenseless hope my motha*****in babys mam aint no shiesty ***** she wanna publish sh*t aight thats cool she want some other sh*t get off the hydro too. niggas think i always talk about em cause i talk sh*t my worst nightmare is killin my ***** for tryin to get my grits im like Marc Spits i swim a channel for my sh*t and watch yo heart split im doin damage to yo biytch (doin damage to yo biytch) and while yo heart switch you better remember where you came from biytch.