Brotha Lynch Hung - X-Caliba lyrics

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherf**er kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the k**a gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup 'cause I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba *echo*) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E And see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??) Where my motherf**ering siccmade jacket at 'cause that's the only one I could use When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes It was the pressure from the twenty gage(the twenty gage) Felt like it could split your chest whide open wit it Well n***a you should when I'm round talkin that sh** Bout the n***a that's my kin-folks Should've known the deal while you was givin out that info... ...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason When I hit em all up, creep em all up, k** em all up, fill em all up Real deal, dig em' a ditch, then take they grip Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act My tactics is lethal Leave the whole town hella smokey like that band that steppin over dead people It's like that, and you wouldn't know it 'cause I'ma cool a** mufucca Done delt witt a gang of succas as I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper Gotta whole load fulla Evian and a trunck fulla FO take no's and I can't let go Catch you at yo show slippin Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I heat my heat off the hook with this siccmade sh**, straight made n***a f** it, pa** me the straight lace liquor to the face n***a Off the Thunder Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8 Easy on the liver still make me k** a n***a Split you head like a pineapple Die natural! Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox I mean Lift you out your sox Pay attention to the Clock Its like Half pa** a n***as a** lay em in the gra** take suitcase fulla cash and mash 16 in the clip crumble the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in half Bloody bath watter, infried n***a nuts and bones locaded at home I think him name is Tyrone But you know... [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherf**er kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the k**a gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup 'cause I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba *echo*) [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] You can call me black Sadam Huseain Pump St Idees through my vein a** n***a You can see me on the southside of the street Man remembered by the ((opposet)) n***a that flod the city Get ready for some pretty if you sicc like Frank Nitty s**ed blood from my momas tittie - instead of milk Played murda muzicc in my tape deck - instead of Silkk End up k**en one of them motherf**ers So f** them hoes, they like Grim havin k**in n***as like they gots to go woke up at 3 am - got high til seven Jumped in my what you ma call it headin throughwards heaven, whit my 50 sacc of some sh**, that'll make you get there About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty, I'm worthy strapped like James as ventured in this faulty game In a mainframe, that I ruffed n bucked away, then hit the plane 15 guts on a tripple beam scale n***a acual contact from the strap that I hale n***a [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherf**er kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the k**a gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup 'cause I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba *echo*) [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] They got this motherf**er twisted up And from the sound of the barrle I got hella motherf**ers runnin up What should I do about these f**in fleas? Give em all they want and put they seeds in they weed Figga a way out this n***a I know you got me in file But I got you on scanner so plan anotha way (anotha way) Told me it was (?Coda steady?) But I catch you slippin like pimpin and shake bankin like (?Trail Leonard?) Hit your mind workin these swine tripp time get's deepa as you meat the Grim reapa in the form of a man double M 24 5 got your brains leaking I'm peakin That's why these n***a wanna rip keep me I'm rollin squeeky and what you ma want call it witta .45 in my pocket and I'm a young alcoholic Like P-Folks I had to make it happen Sacramentos most wanted I gotta keep packin, 'cause of that My favorite cousin just go four years And when his little brotha died he showed me no tears your point is sh** get deep as the ocean Take a shiesty n***as blood and rub it on like lotion It was like: once apon a time a long time ago I was sticken 9 milis in a p**y hole Get of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i gotta go to a spot when they don't know I'm the leath n***a given up my info [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherf**er kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the k**a gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup 'cause I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba *echo*)