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Think Before You Think (Bill Stewart) · 20 Secretos de Amor: Valeria Lynch (Valeria Lynch) · Lynch Mob (Lynch Mob) · Best of Lynch (Brotha Lynch Hung) · Lynch the Weirdo (Bad Acid Trip) · Lynch Mob (Lynch Mob) · The Best of Brotha Lynch Hung (Brotha Lynch Hung) · Lynch by Inch: Suicide Note [Bonus DVD] (Brotha Lynch Hung) · Brian Lynch Meets Bill Charlap (Brian Lynch) · Brotha Lynch Hung & Siccmade Muzicc Present: Now Eat (Brotha Lynch Hung) – and 90 other albums »


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
And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy!"
Deputy bitch thinks she's the Queen Bee
Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky
"Sir, what set you from?" Play dumb
gets a nine in my back
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
yeah I got my own back fade

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
nigga I thought you knew you couldnt fade this
all them props
damn man, I think I just killed my mom man
You, you
Naw, naw I ran up in there man and this lady I saw her
Lynch 
I was high an everything man just
With kush and lean on my breath
The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla
You Know I'm talkin' bout

Shout out to Gun Play. Shout out to T.O.
Shout
With kush and lean on my breath
The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla
You Know I'm talkin' bout

Shout out to Gun Play - Shout out to T.O.
they hung your dad
Burnt your mama crib
I know that hurt you bad
Mystery shows

From gold to shackles and back to gold
We act like we home
Matter
yet 
(Lynch) 
It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up 
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut 
Talking about
what's genuine
I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad lynch pin
I don't know what's genuine

I think about this is a grin with a 
I
[Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day,
[Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day,
me I'm shinin' like above
I don't even think it's tricky just temporary love
Chickens pullin' on my shirt I'm just worried about the chains
Tattoos
they hung your dad
Burnt your mama crib, I know that hurt you bad
Mystery shows, from gold to shackles and back to gold
We act like we home, matter
I'm dedicated
All my life in me
And made of light
Our sun is growing
Like in the heart of some of us
I pray

And by the lynch
You will discover
This
at you nephew
What you do and what I do, I'll make you wan' act a fool

(lynch)
Alright, wait, wait, wait, hold up
Avian lies up in the city, smashin with
can save me any day
What you gonna do?

Everybody love a hero, honey
Living on a danger line
Saved by, saved in the nick of time
I was saved in
'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' blessed, on a jet is a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail and the models
bankroll

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Ace I see you nigga
Trilla
You m o b now nigga
You untouchable


[Rick Ross]
Big money in the dope hole
See
and the freeze on the Lucci 
I mean real bad girl, I'm talking rougher than rough 

Do you think it'd be enough if we just had us? 
Don't answer quick, think
about Demi Moore.
And it took me by surprise I must say
When I found out the Pope was gay.

I read it in the tabloids.
Elvis Presley's doing just fine.
and the endin'
The departure of close friendships
Here today and gon' tomorrow
Why should death be full of sorrow?
What do the pops of Marvin Gaye think about
bankroll

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Ace I see you nigga
Trilla
You m o b now nigga
You untouchable


[Rick Ross]
Big money in the dope hole
See
just to talk to Trav
Yall was on the next thing smokin now we eatin meat
Im on the news, did you see me on the I.D. channel
They got a story about me
sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain
Only a pawn in
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game

A South politician preaches to the poor white man
"You