Secondz A Way-Brotha Lynch Hung/ICE-T

[ti:Secondz a Way] [ar:Brotha Lynch Hung] [al:SiccMixx] [offset:0] [00:00.28]Secondz A Way - Brotha Lynch Hung/Ice T [00:00.91]Sh*t done changed, the strip got bigger [00:03.29]To make my ends I got the wheel and the trigger [00:06.23]I get my swerve on with the 80 p liquor [00:09.10]The liquor bring out the ni**a in this ni**a [00:12.07]Got me huntin with my musket, barred down with substance [00:15.04]Bringin my ruckus to the rival *****as in rival clusters [00:17.93]I'm still givin birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady [00:20.55] [00:21.41]Still mixin up with skeet sours, I like them heavy [00:23.37]Heavyll put a little bass in your voice [00:25.46] [00:26.06]Yamps choice, no rolls royce but I keep it moist [00:27.80] [00:28.62]I keep it saucy, ya bossy ***** talkin that costly sh*t [00:31.14]Bossy ***** think she too flossy to trip [00:32.54] [00:33.57]I'm first mutha*****in degree, not your average, [00:35.91]Ill have your boulevard hoppin [00:36.55] [00:38.18]Poppin off when a baller pack a package of suckin [00:40.84] [00:43.42]***** you *****in up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha dome in the trunk [00:47.33]As we donut, I dump, I seen too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons [00:51.05]Fools with no clues that love to watch my aura glisten, [00:53.36] [00:53.91]They still don't listen [00:54.86] [00:55.91]I...i got pot thats hot to trot, can't stop, won't stop [00:58.65]I got lynch hung in my backseat sniffin for cops [01:00.75]I receipts of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at text time [01:03.34]So yall go home, light the smoke, its relax time [01:05.55]Chorus: [01:06.60] [01:07.44]Now I apologize for smoke on my mind [01:09.34]I been workin hard and I got to unwind [01:11.50] [01:12.91]About the j.o.a. stayin in my brain [01:17.05]But I'm seconds away from goin insane [01:21.72] [01:22.90]Now I need to lift away [01:26.46] [01:27.13](lynch): [01:29.66] [01:30.71]Now you niggas know I come sick like a lunatic [01:33.99] [01:36.11]Man, they must be high cuz they really don't know who they *****in with [01:42.75]I used to have them all bombed out [01:45.06]Drink alize wine, then rhyme and smoke tweeds till we dropped out [01:48.33]I got the chop out, no doubt, [01:51.13]Cuz if it ain't about rappin, gunplays gon happen [01:53.51]Cuz I'm tappin at yo window, off that indo, more sacs than santana [01:58.27] [01:59.08]Better check your antenna on your radio or your stereo or your video [02:02.25]Cuz I'm not that pretty, but in the bedroom I'm critical [02:06.82]You got your chance, now use [02:08.67]Hit you with the loaded album, coutesty of siccmade music [02:11.72] [02:12.54]Evidently you got something against me [02:15.24]Don't you tempt me, minty smells of the 20 sac of indo, killafornias best [02:19.03]Player haters die a slow death, slow death [02:20.37]