Lyrics:
that bad, he's never that good
He's always just a little bit ah ah ah ah
I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk
You know, the first time I've seen you in that room
I felt like: "something's up" and I changed
I don't know if I'm saying it 'cause I'd like to be -
got thеm hitters lurking
Knock at your door (yeah)
Go get it, I'm itchin' body collapse
Hope that day that he twitchin'
Not on parole, but still
I'll
And wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alright then we got what you need
And if you like that nasty broad we got them
to me it's not
Many people who know how
To hit those registers and riffs
That I love me
And Frank talk about it all the time
It's few people like Kim
Show them how we do it, run it like a relay
Real talk I can't remember this
Shit won't be on replay
Stop playing man
I'm rapping and texting man
And he
and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
advice that I ever had
It came from my wise dear old dad
He said, "Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you
And don't say a word until I'm through
Now
to serve
Heard about thugs and hustlas,
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts,
Peep this
on everything
Imma need some better things
I put that on everything, everything
I don't like to dream about getting paid word to Nate Dogg
I be serving base but
Don't talk about me baby
Don't talk behind my back
Don't talk about me baby
Don't talk about me like that
The ladies act
It attracts
when I sprung
See I don't give a fuck about shit
Even if ya know me I smoke ya and let you be a (dead homie)
show me that you're a lunatic like show
The name so cold like the breeze
Make you shiver say his name two times
And he's sure to deliver
Bokesman, Bokesman
Hop out lynch u niggas like the Klu
[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
asked if they banged you, they deny it
so bitch don't trip, I ain't no time to talk about your shit
taking half nude Pics but you ain't getting paid for
go on then, go on then
This is how we're doing it
Right about now yeah wunsen
Yo I'm like no other
Try come clash me, please don't bother
Put Skepta
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
locstah/
Givin up his set and dumpin on niggaz just like he supposed ta/
Nigga dis is real deal. Shit, it's not about crip or blood/
It's about payback, dat
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
what's his name, you ain't nothing right
Said he was just a friend, he don't even be your type
The day I changed my life, every time I talk about you
through this break
I'm not gonna talk to you
If you keep playing games, Yeah
I don't really care about her
But she in my brain, Yeah
And I try it all
the snitch know to get it on
24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by
'cause it's like that
And depending on the kind of impact that strike back
In a town where the talk is cheap and beef is brief
A mother sobs
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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