Brotha Lynch Hung - The Plot lyrics

You know I'm off the Mad Dogg 20/20 I'm plottin' for money This old man greedy he tryin' to keep sh** for me I live him stiff as a mummy What become of me I'm desperate 'bout to let it spit unless he break bread I want the lettuce and cheese whole sandwhich you know it I should be poundin switches down the streets and plannin' No head is how you found him theres was plot The spot's surroned by pitbulls and rots' you get past them you get shot It was about 9 o'clock I was at the grindin' spot Niftted got the word where he work at It's time to get that 9 millimeter heater and hurt that belevie I squirt that Led in your life deadin' your wife with the led pipe redin' your white sheets With said in your life you might as well snipe'em writin' obituary rippin' Scary punk a** b**hinary stichin' you carry is complimentary of SiccMade Musicc We keep it crackin' automatics we rappin' n***as of cellar Thats right before the 4th of July I didn't make it somethin' was off 'Cause I saw it in my sleep wake up coughin' dripin' sweat almost couldn't breath Took a minute to accept just had to get calm and collect'd wipe the sweat up off my face Then felt the blood on my neck just like invasion don't wanna give the police no statement Look around see if maybe a drugged somebody to the basment couldn't recall Guess I dunk too much of that Madd Dogg last night 20/20 like 3,2,1 I blast off Back in the day when I use to ride the train I saw acouple of events I say I wish I never seen So I feel like anytime I gots to leave my house I got to get my pistol and have my pitbull keep look out See now it's a dirty situation you makin' don't be mistakin' I shakin' scrappin'em off the concrete to the Lincoln I should've raped 'em they rapein' me f**in' me like a hotel s*ut even though he dead I put the .12 gauge in his bu*t (BOOM) No matter what I ain't goin' to the pen this Uthazim I use to get for matieral now I posion his cearal I was a good kid turn'd bad(good kid turn'd bad) never had a dad and I sent fire to his pad(too his pad) Broke into his home and if he was home (home alone) hustla so good but this thing not ready hee we go I rather load up the Ooh to remove his mind to spaghetti Zigg Zagg you know And I had realized how I let off on his wife also figured out the blood on my neck was from his knife He come to get my mann from what I guess better be my bless thats right 'cause if i catch'em Now it's goin' be a mess not even 2 days next after that I heard the news record company know for flexin' got gunn'd down wit a duece-duece gotta watch my back now 'Cause I did his wife???? took I large chunk sratchin' hoppin' on an early flight met up with Lynch Hung COS told him what happened well it looks like they could've guess'd it already know whats craccin' Close to a meal ticket that what we should have knockin' and the third of profit That's goin' straight into my pockets (Thats right)