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Brotha Lynch Hung

Kevin Danell Mann (born January 10, 1971), better known by his stage name Brotha Lynch Hung, is an American rapper and record producer from Sacramento, California. Since the release of his debut album 24 Deep in 1993, Brotha Lynch Hung has sold 1.4 million CDs independently, and has been described as an innovator of horrorcore and one of the forefathers of the genre. more »

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Keep some killers by my side
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Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide

I’m a lover, and a fighter
Gangsta and a rider
Eastsider, a rip rider but y’all
Knew that from the giddy
Way cold, bold, stroll with control
And shuttin’ down shops around
The muthafuckin’ globe
Puttin’ dicks in yukmouths
(biatch) , watch these bitches fold
Don’t speak on mine, cuz
Unless you tryna get T-rolled
Kee-kee-kee-keep it on
Freak-freak-freak ya dome
Stop, nah’mean, ya don’t quit, bitch
So many fuckin’ lawsuit's and court cases
Snitches and probation
Look at what I’m facing
Either you want me to give
You some type of explanation
Or sympathize f*ck that, cuz
I’m from the side
Where we ride and the weak fall
Off and the snitches get clipped
And from me to you, loco
That’s just some real shit
I’ma sit back and get my hair braided
Roll this dope and get faded
Blaze it and blaze it it’s so amazing

Keep some killers by my side
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Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide

Six in the morning, niggas up at my door
Reached under the pillow for the 44
See, you know it’s a murder show
It ain’t that hard to just pull it
Passing bullets and making tires smoke
Heard me
Snoop Dogg? Yesterday you had me tore up
Smoke a half-zip a day
About four pounds a week
Went back to drinking OE
Just to see what I could see
Under the snakeskin, a bunch of fake grins
Shakin’ ‘em it’s just me and OE
I shoot a slug off of weak
And making sure my shit heat
Save your death certificate receipt ‘cause
Life don’t come cheap
About five thousand G’s to put
You six feet deep
But compliments of me, it’s free
Murder dead red ‘em to the
Tie ‘cause I fed him
Human meat in my Cutlass wrapped
Up in wax paper
I don’t be fuckin’ with niggas
I do my own capers
Roll vegas, chocolate Phillies
And them brown paper zags
55 percent of my cash be
On the green minty bags
Drag niggas like Newports down the
Street to the spot
And rape ‘em with the AK barrel
Shoot like a sparrow after it pop
Bounce with one more ounce to smoke
That’s how it goes
From Sacramento to the S-O-C-A-L-A with
Snoop D-O double the G-Y

Keep some killers by my side
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Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide

Vida loca, let me smoke’a
I’m in the game, f*ck the fame
Making niggas know my name
You could call me G, or you could call me Dub
But nigga make sure, you show me plenty love
I’m riding Eastsiders
6-deuce and four Impalas
Staying lowkey while my killers pop collars
Potna, playa, you 5 on it hater
Nigga, this LBC, fool
Y’all scrubs can’t fade us

Back to the game, don’t f*ck me
Big Snoop Dogg and X-to-the-Z
Most of y’all could never get this deep
Get involved or get slapped with the heat
Back the f*ck up, it’s my turn now
Put trust in you and just got let down
Tinted sounds, stick around for the work
Shake the spot, you run from gunshot
Hennessy rap, I love to smoke pot
Used to buck niggas with Glock, slang rock
Before I punch a 9-to-5 clock
Me and mine go right out to your spot
Kick the door down for old time’s sake
Release the hate from this snub 38
Kick it with niggas that
Push rhymes like weight
Golden State, give a f*ck if you relate
Bitch

Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide

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