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be eating em by the fo's at least
marinating niggas skin like a thick slab of roast beef
then I'm cooking em while I'm fiending for fee
drinking a 40
Cleveland Rocks nigga and we love you
I'd like to send shouts out to my niggas down there on Hull
Keep the struggle keep the moving ang going baby
I want
like to send shouts out to my n***** down the way
'cause Cleveland Rocks n**** and we love you
I'd like to send shouts out to my n***** down there
Cleveland Rocks nigga and we love you
I'd like to send shouts out to my niggas down there on Hull
Keep the struggle keep the moving ang going baby
I want
Well I really keep that high on, my mind ride,
Ride to the darkside feel the darkness
East ninety nine, mine the thugs I loves 'em heartless
Yeah
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
trying to be like Bone and keep thugging for life
Getting ready for the end, dog
Wit my nigga Ken Dawg, hustlers, shifters and Tre,
II Tru, AJ
Same
on the ground
Even when I'm dead and gone, I'll always be around

I'ma walk to my funeral like my middle name was Lynch
In the game riding high, while you
Love me like there's no tomorrow kiss me like it's goin' out of style
Hold me like you're afraid I might get away
Love like I've been gone for
dream that I be havin'
Man, I love killin'

(brotha lynch):
I got a hard dick for killin'
Southside villain
Protect your wife and your children
Feel my
I'm gonna wipe these teardrops from my eyes
There ain't no use for me to cry
And there's some things I think I need to say
I'll think about you
I'm gonna wipe these teardrops from my eyes there ain't no use for me to cry
And there's some things I think I need to say
I'll think about you
it all night long
But I'm off that Ol E and I'm'a probly do it all night long.
In the morning I'm gone.
When you be hittin me on my dispatch
You be
I don't barter for time I'm a martyr to rhymes
And a selfish soldier wit pride that was ordered to die
A burnin' star in the sky my heart is warped
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
Geah
My nigga Muggs in the house
Who keeps you humpin'
Eihthype keeps you thumpin'
Always into somethin'
Westside got it going on 
Westside got it
watching the river flow
You walked into my life tonight but if you've got to go

Say goodnight while there's still a star to wish on
Say goodnight while
day I'm waiting by the telephone
Every day you keep me hanging on
But while you're away, I think night and day
About where you're gone and how for
paid

They didn't have the people interest at heart
Ready for repatriation so make the start
I know they lynch and clinch my people in the dark
Now
Waitin' for you
My name on a list
I never did this till you

Step by step I'm keepin' time
Lady it's runnin' low, whoa
Step by step just makin' time
tells me let go
But my heart keeps asking how
There's no prices for the loser
Only the winner takes the purse
Some say that love is a blessing
But
the habit of livin' on the run
I take it all for granted like you're the only one

Livin' on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think I'm you fool
Well, you
tells me let go
But my heart keeps asking how
There's no prices for the loser
Only the winner takes the purse
Some say that love is a blessing
But
down
My mind tells me let go
But my heart keeps asking how
There's no prizes for the loser
Only the winner takes the purse
Some say that love is
From the slaveship to the chain
From the task master's whip to my brain
Kidnapped, enslaved, raped
And killed by the lynch clan
Again and again
Is it