Feel My Nature Rize-Brotha Lynch Hung

Feel My Nature Rize - Brotha Lynch Hung (lynch): Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes Waitin in your back seat, catch you by surprise Situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances Leave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then Im hittin fences Now ima talk about the same dirty situation Sh*t you hatin, thats why your casket is waitin Shine your a** up like a triple gold dayton When Im in your town you better cut like walter payton Studio man keep tapin, I got that *****, she peratratin Show your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin With a note thats saying: sincerely, swartzaniggaz Put your hands in your pocket, give it up I demand I need my tweed, potent refer, man Bandstandin with the hand cannon Split my face, mutha*****a, gimme your scrill And that rolex in your hand, understand? Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise (swartzaniggaz): I can feel my nature rise Starin at the marks that I despise Through evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me Got some off, but none of them hit me Now on a payback tip, with a patched black mask On the grass with a 50 caliber weapon Hangin up over the door of the chev and causin slaughter Sids malt liquor be that motive when I be loaded off that water Saw the situation heavy rollin Shotgun and a chevy thats stolen Strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly We can go there, I know theres a place for busta niggas like yall But I heard its pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall Too late for that 911 call, this murders already in progress Home invasions like asian got me obsessed like a vietnam vet As I kick through the front door, blastin And lynch kicked down the back Operation: peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded Cuz it aint no tellin when we comin Back streets, sacs of w**d get blazed as we gunnin with the engine still Runnin Cuz real killers make them real quick get aways Spray the whole place and skirt As quick as we can, we does our dirt Whoever gets hurt, thats business So please dont take this personal Its just that murders in my nature So four years now, thats what Ive been searchin for Cuz doin dirt grows old when its the same old thing Thats why I try to take my murders to the highest extreme Make everybody scream, open up some spleens Still hearin the blood spillin Its just a little dream that I be havin Man, I love killin (brotha lynch): I got a hard dick for killin Southside villain Protect your wife and your children Feel my nature rise (swartzaniggaz): Not quite knowin about this ni**a? Check your metro sections Then cross reference murders by streets and dates And how many times niggas hoes got raped Mr. no prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tape *****in with a half deck, havin niggas on hush Smokin a bowl that I re-dust Open up your chest when I bust So suit up, cuz its kill a ni**a night Aint no tellin when triple 6 gets to shootin up Movin up your death date, with a tre-8 special Its way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppers Split your a** open like pinata Loadin up like a rotweiler Lining up like tyson snortin coc*ine powder Pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differ One wiff of that sh*t and Im on cloud nine Ni**a, dont trip if you aint got no nuts Cuz I brought mine all buffed and shined Untouchable when Im *****in full of that nitrate wine Thats when I bust on nineteen times and up Cuz Im nuts, goin out my mind Few, theres no luck, you *****ed for life, for sho Get your a** up on the floor Tryin to catch me at that lateral, slippin By my lonesome, but Im on some, so who wants some? Fresh out the gates, aint no room to make mistakes Try to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hate Tuck my dick inside in the o-8 Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45 No body, no case Taste the meat, cant wait to eat Keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face (swartzaniggaz): Yall niggas dont wanna feel my nature rise Cuz I get dirty, shoot up sh*t with my clint eastwood Leave your neighborhood lookin like a ghost town, ni**a You standin on dangerous grounds When we come to sac, better have your automatics on loaded status Cuz me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin no prints Not givin yall niggas a inch, cuz ima lynch you Fry your guts like sizziline Have your homie reminiscing about your gangsta lean Ni**a, it aint no *****in with my clique You can dial 911, but it aint no rescue Man, I hope the dear lord bless you Next to this ni**a, aint no ones nuts bigger Clutch your guts ni**a, *****in with this swartzanigga Cuz I done lost it, taggin niggas like a pit bull with rabies Gone off 40 ounces of o.e. Creepin up on you, like doin my magnum p.i. Lazy eye with lil blacc mile Smokin a hard dick for killin