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Brotha Lynch Hung piosenki

Utwory wykonawcy:

Tremendous

(feat. D-Dub, Sicx, Tall Can) [Verse 1] Off the rossi twisted, I'm not yo average package Snatch it, too bad ya had to miss it, english keeps me lifted We can take a, one good leg to kick it My walkin til I'm crippled, talkin sick wit it Top of shiznit,...

Tried To Shoot

I be havin' bad dreams about doin' bad things No money, my momma is gone, it's a sad thing And the devil is laughin, if there was such a thing You couldn't weigh my problems out with a human triple beam I'm all fucked up, you might find me in the dump truc...

Trouble

[Verse 1] I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble Packin a Smith & Wesson Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin You can tell that I'm evil By the arch in my eye bra But I aint got no pitchfork I stick niggaz with this sawed-off Clear your porch Hit the floor, d...

Walkin' 2 My Funeral

(feat. Mia Bruce, T.M. Shades) [Brotha Lynch Hung] creeping in the dark with a nine and a four O 5 O 12 O clock so I creep slow duece fo homies know I just cant claim so I stay neutral pack me some ammo and a mothafucking fo fo cant pack a piece too oft...

Watta

(feat. Luni Coleone) [Brotha Lynch] I'm the hardest nigga you never heard of And I'm a pro when it comes to these tools a four four when it comes to these raw venemous spit send him his dick In a wool shoe package, peel back his cap wid this automatic C...

Welcome To Your Own Death

And as I bail through the woods of the southside Terror zone nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch When I peel a dome and bail Gone like hell right through the do I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, nigga ooh Watch me bail nigga but yo...

Went This Way

Two years ago, a friend of mine Told me to write me a tight ass rhyme And so i, i wrote this rhyme that i am about to say The rhyme is tight and it went this way And i'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed Shystie niggas keep staring at me I had my 45 and m...

Xcaliber

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre Wit the windows up, must have had gi...