Brotha Lynch Hung - Ya Brains lyrics

I just got to the house, you know what I'm sayin'? Got the phone call, got all the information, you know what I'm sayin'? Had to run back to the car, pulled out the back of the garage, you know what I'm sayin'? Next thing you know: [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] My meal watching for the police Red beems, I'm [?] know, we getting no sleep 'Bout to make a problem, control all [?] get no peace The Pac pieces, hold your stomach like [?] Turn non-believers into believers With a Colt [?] and I'mma creep, keeper, ripper Doin' blows, blowin' on reefer It'll be cheeper, get deeper then cut 'er up in little meat pieces Put 'er in the freezer I guess you can call me the mad butcher I got a little corner where I can put ya 'til it's time to eat ya Beat beater, meat leaker, meat cooker, heat seeker Meat eater, bleedin' your speakers with heaters Smellin' up on [?], not a muthaf**a see me I'm a custodian, cleanin' 'em up, cleanin' 'em off You must [?], you must be soft You jerkin' with [?] still can't come off I'm workin' with Sickness, I'm all stressed out, skinny Tryna get them [?] pennies n***a I do anything, let me put it on the bullet And put it in your brains mane Watchin' them n***as brains hang out after I pull that thang out I be spittin' them hot spits like shots rang out Like AJ, mayday, mayday, f** what they say I'm permanent, put you back in a hole Like if Bill Gates was runnin' sh** You Microsoft, I'm well-done like hot sauce Catchin' everything you sayin' like Randy Moss and runnin' with it You spit it, I done did it, you own it, my gun did it You hold it, my crew hold it, you load it, my [?] Hold up I leave it cold enough Like ice cream splatter your pipe dream and stole your stuff I'm low down and dirty with a four pound, ya heard me The game's curvy, so I shake 'em n***as like James Worthy You can blame Hershey, god left us all f**ed up Nah, I'm like - f** 'em, stuff 'em The talk is nothin', chuck 'em, gut 'em up and I done 'nough, see if you come back with the same I might have to put it on the bullet, put it in your brains mane [Verse 2: G-Macc] Ey, go get [?] by [?] (on iTunes) Let's get back to the song, black duffel bag