Brotha Lynch Hung - Anotha k**in lyrics

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Brotha Lynch Hung - Anotha k**in lyrics

[Snoop Dogg] They lay, one of my homies down, 2 of my enemies. I grab the heat, creep up your street and squeeze. I'm in y'all neighborhood, so what the f** is up? And if I catch you imma pop you n***a, that's whats up. We can talk about it now, i don't think so, And imma catch you when you creepin with that pink toe, You tryna creep up out that meat store, Get you a drink so when i hit you, you won't even trip to think so. Cross your heart, double dot your eyes, Yellow tape you, make you a homicide. Stretch you out like a red vine, Halloween is your deadline, beddy by time. I, zag the zig, i put a fork in the pig, I clocked the glock and pop you, my n***a ya dig? I open ya up, and leave you leakin by the face, And get away, aint got no time to be catching no case. To slick to sly, plus I'm too high. I'm too fly, and I do die, i do die. I love to shoot an intruder, I mix the purp with the buddha. Love chicken and beer, like the home boy Luda. I'm big snoopie, d to dub, imma k**a cuz. I'm drinked up like a stilla, a gorilla duh. Sacramento no, pedal to tha floor, Anotha k**in for wheelin my n***a let it go. [Daz] We on the corner of 102 (to bad, they f**ed up). And the (word on the street) they got blast the f** up. Now it, futtin and shootin, i'm runnin your life. I'm in the f** stripes, n***a don't f** em tonight. Bandana, banana clips, ready to trip. You n***as is sad saps, so ya better not trip. I see some busta a** n***as at the bus stop, Had a bag, we banged the gang bang them n***as from the dog pound. Choppin, whoppin, we stoppin the mad sh**, Every time we see y'all n***as we clashin, D-P-G down to 24th street, Sittin they n***a down wit them 21st g's (motha f**a) Brotha Lynch, my mutha f**in n***a [Kurupt] Listen to me like, One for the flame, two for the trigga. And three of these hollow points tap fines n***a. When I came in this motha f**a I had a plan, To stop all y'all motha f**as where y'all stand. I'm gang banged out, riders on a mission. We could catch fades n***a, f** tha pistols. Piranhas is loose in the septic tank, We do what you can't, I am what you ain't. Don't even try to provoke me cuz. Loccin, smokin, slipping, smoke me cuz. I'll beat your a** on a locc so fast. Bang on your homies, spread through your hood. Release these toxins like mustard gas. Scap the Chevrolet, its all to the good, My n***a Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz. [Brotha Lynch Hung] sh**, n***a this G block crossed me. Double any n***a with a rusty old crusty. Sacramento yes, catch em in the chest, Right by his tour bus, left a bloody mess. It was none of cudi left, coat hanger strangled him. Aimed at him, he don't know what angle I'm comin from. Hangled him, spider webs all over his cranium, (that n***a has spider webs all over his cranium, n***a). Me and crooked I know, n***as be talking to much. n***a shut your pie hole, everybody know you do s**. This ain't a reality show, hungry n***as do touch. Motha f**as to clutch, give a n***as two cuts. Got an army of n***as I'm strange, it ain't a rumor. We givin n***as brain tumors, hit em with the lugar. I'm doin the rappin, and this n***a is the shooter. Yea he got a mask on, but n***a hes a shooter. You will never see his face on the computer, spider-man junior. (Oklahoma shooter) Poke a hole with two cuts, This motha f**a said he about to do what? Get chewed up, its dinner and a movie, duece for n***a.