(Brotha Lynch Hung)
have you ever seen me in the back of a devil 6-4
12 guage pump, mr doctor in the front
lit me up a blunt
you know, thats how we work it in the block
with the 12 gauge cocked, mr doc with the glock
heres the plot
the ? rolled heavy on the east side, ride
caught one of my nigas in the chest and in the side
all over a bitch, niga you know
now its ? to leave a nigas guts in his coat, f'sho
12 o clock, south watt, my niga doc shot off
2 from the nine glock, just for the block
pumped up, rollin ?, smokin reefer
24 street style, 1-87 with the street sweeper
niga nuts and guts and buck shots
all over the parkin lot right
from the 12 gauge to glock
throwin up the '4 block
mashin through the east side, ride
singin shots ring ding ding ding ding ding ding
muder all the time, you know
its them nigas from the south side terror zone
ima hit that dank and take that drank to the head and
yeah, its on, so niga welcome to your own death
brought to you by them motha fuckas with the dank breath

(Mr. Doctor)
yeah, i guess your kinda sick with that old shit
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
if it aint that garden block shit i cant fade niga
yeah, i guess your kinda sick with that old shit
if it aint that sicc made shit i cant fade niga
yeah, i guess your kinda sick with that old shit
if it aint that insane shit i cant fade niga
yeah, i guess your kinda sick with that old shit
its all sick niga

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Heaven aint nothin but a casket
i told my moma as the gat stuck straight in her mouth
yeah i love yah but your times up
before i let that dope get ya ima put so many slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and straight vanish
aint nothin like a real criminal rip gut syndrome
that shit that make your mind gone
reachin for that 9 chrome
now muder with redrum redrum
when i got that sickness, mind did sick shit rip gut
triple up that ninemichrizome
that niga that killa dome splitta
rolls up, hoes up, and take a whiff of the doja
dank, so niga now what you thank
put up that dank and drank
put that nine-millimeter to your dome see if the 9 is blank
and uh, if it aint then niga ya brains is gone
so dont you, fuck with that olde english
mixed with nine-millimeter chrome
cause now its really on and on and on
to the dome with your brains on my chrome
so niga now, nuh-uh
aint no fuckin with that rueger 'less your trigga finga's quick with a nine-millimeter to your dome fool
all your heard was BOOM, click
so motha fucka welcome to your own death
brought to you by them mutha fuckas with the dank breath

(Mr. Doctor)
yeah, i guess your sick with that old shit
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
if aint that locc to the brain shit i cant fade niga
yeah, i guess your sick with that old shit
if it aint that man family shit i cant fade niga
yeah, i guess your sick with that old shit
if it aint that 24 street i cant fade niga
yeah, i guess your sick with that old shit
its all sick niga...

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