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ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah
ya'll interested to know
check that shit Lynch
its the devil

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
yeah the cap busting neva
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
They shouted beat the prisoner hardy...

The weeks went by and no one spoke about it anymore
Or seemed to see the wreath Bill's mother hung upon the door
was gon fuckin 
Kill come in fuckin kill you you fuckin bitch 

Brotha Lynch hung panics after killin his mother and calls travis o guin

A trav
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
My peoples... My peoples
We must maintain G- Status

Thinking about living with out you

(Brotha Lynch Hung
So we thank you Brotha Lynch Hung for this invitation
And we forgive you for the fan of ours you mutilated
And on behalf of all of us in ¡MAYDAY!
I'mma call this nigga real quick,
Mellow yellow, it’s ya boy Brotha lynch hung a.k.a Spider-Man,
Ay I’m sending that package man,Um let me know
find your ass dead in a graveyard
And I'ma continue on my ?

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
Well if you see me chewin baby guts locc, would ya choke
or vomit
Hooked up with black market now peep
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
peep the mothafuckin' words from the dead man, yeah... 

[Brotha Lynch Hung] 

And when I pack me a gun and, oh, when I was young 

I dreamed
double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha Lynch Hung, but the bitches call me Kevin
They try to make me think they close to me, but
mothafuckas don't ya forget that shit...
And don't forget where the Sicc came from...
That nigga Lynch...

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I take my mouth off up that
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
yeah and ya don't stop the Brotha Lynch in the house ya don't stop
yeah and ya don't stop hoes keep giving up that cock
visualize, two young killas on the rise
Ain't that a bitch, snoop dogg and brotha lynch

And we remain bombed out (what), no doubt
Eat niggas up with
(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 can't claim so I stay
they're still staring in my grill like dentures
I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's
Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina's
I be
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch
Right on
We superfly
Made Gucci this shit, Louie too
Suits and ties

Player trophies
Pray to Goldie
clues that love to watch my aura glisten,
They still don't listen
I...i got pot that's hot to trot, can't stop, won't stop
I got lynch hung in my backseat

[Brotha Lynch]
They say that ain't the way to handle that type funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt
Just cus the Brotha Hung
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Roll me a motherfucking joint
Check my gat nigga get my point 'cause I jack
Roll on foos like vice and my nine milla meter ain't
Village Killa
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Yeah yeah I know I know
Know what I'm sayin
Motha fuccin ain't goin to stop bangin now
y'all think
to get done I'm near it, Brotha Lynch Hung you can't be serious
I'm starin' at these pills, in the back of the Cadillac, and matta' fact
I got it I grip
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on we superfly
Made Gucci this shit, Louis too, suits and ties
Player trophies, pray to Goldie
sisqo, or 'cause I'm insane
Brotha Lynch's been through the same thing though
But X-raided can be tripping over no hoe

So I got my 9 I was stressing