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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) · Brotha Lynch Hung: Presents Now Eat - The Album (Brotha Lynch Hung) – and 90 other albums »


way
I removed the scum of the earth
Intervention is on it's way
Now you face your judgement day

Vengeance is mine
Lynch mob
Your day has arrived
on the heat
Tells me "All you ever do is complain
Then they search the place when I'm not here

But we can, you know we can
Let's lynch the landlord
Let's
me buy City Hall" 

But we can
You know we can
But we can, you know we can
Let's lynch the landlord man 

I tell him 'turn on the water'
I tell
dade county, I'm the mayor you can come see
Look here I'm well known, what you say? (I'm well known)
Kush by the el-bow, I love when it smell strong
theory you know what I'm saying
so umm Lynch help me with this shit kick that old shit

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
most of my niggas come and go like a foos life
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.
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
[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,
to hold their ground
Then the young girl cried you cowards but the Lynch mob searched ahead
Dragged young Billy from that jail and soon the kid was dead
[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,
look you're doughter lullaby it started sweet you had me you had me at the low. but daddy likes hokers beers all that. what kind of man are you. singing
face

[Rick Ross:]
9 times out of 10, it's a big body benz
With a real nigga in it, ride if you wanna win
I'm getting face (I'm getting face)
HEART TO HEART TALK
WITH LEONA WILLIAMS
WRITER LEE ROSS

How foolish can you be to be ruled by jealousy
Could you throw away what was planned
Why
Hey, It's Lynch Leave me a message (beep) Pick up, you there, Alright, Dude give me a call, I don't know what happened last night, Just let me know
ballistic 
Union.

Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul,
No news is good news, but I've got some news for you.
Fetch me a rope, lynch mob of one.
me the night has just begun 
Cause now I want to tell you things and hold you tight 
But, how can I do it with the room so bright ?
a left and a right
And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight.

Chasing his mother through the house
Come here bitch
Continuing
it's alright by me

You know that I'll wait for you, I will follow
For a million years
To lead me through this world of sorrows
For a million years

'til
you
But I can't seem to get it
Can't seem to get it right
Oh, it's killing me
I realize that it cuts me deep inside
When I can feel in my soul
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, buy a condo to get
lynch, kill and maim
Things can't remain the same yah no!

Blackman do unto the Klan
AS they would do to you 
In this case hate they neighbour 
Those
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
Alphabet Boys get them charges to stick now
Bitch, you ain't gotta guess it's me and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin' money by the way a nigga dress
fly (Yo Gotti)
Got me and yo baby mama (Mon E. G.)
Sittin off in tha sky (Yo Gotti)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey Ross (Rick
clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me
How