Brotha Lynch Hung - 1 Die 1 lyrics

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Brotha Lynch Hung - 1 Die 1 lyrics

(chorus) x2 Die!!!, i choose before you One by one we will pick you You will die!!! (f** it....psychological) Verse one: Siccmade music comin up out yo seat Catch the reeper night crawler creeper Dig a ditch get a b**h n***a dig a ditch deeper I'ma take yo head with this street sweeper Leave yo brains on yo speaker Smash off in yo jeep Do the b**hes i'ma get real hostle Get the signal model in stroddle Smash down on the throddle More scratch than lucky luciano Serve more mutha f**as than gronnup Creep up on ya like dunnup Send on to ya forehead and then like they said i fled Cause i'm the type of n***a that'll leave a horse head in ya bed Take ya wife rape her no caper Tie the b**h to the bed Don't push me cause i'm close to the edge Real lunatic and sicc-fed And thats some sentimental sh** I just might drip cream from my dick When i'm off that Smirnoff gin mix with o.e. i'm hard and wet O.e. kept tellin' me no But this smirnoff gin kept tellin' me yes Mess maker raper All about my paper Throw yo hands over yo eyes As yo thoughts intensify yo will (die!!!) (chorus) x2 (deep voice) Greetings..have a seat Let me be the first to actually greet you to the basement We've heard you've been busy Ahaha we've heard you've been busy We've learn from above that you've been Doin' a little bit of this Doin' a little bit of that Stealing peoples scratch Stabbin' in the back We don't think its fair ! When we found you you were nothing Now you are our nothing Is there room for unrest Die.... you will !!! (chorus) I promise Verse two: I'm wes craven on paper So plug yo p**y clips Cause i get sicker than a sifilous dick And yo mama won't like my sh** n***a Admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi Loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next Me i do hot s** Razor blade and alcohol swarzan***a ceremonial ripsneck Then i write my sh** next So feel yo insides and yo intestins when you mix me wit The wisky tell'em situation risky wit a nailgun through Yo eye you will I got this endo s**in me dry I got this s*ut b**h s**in me dry Bout to wet the bed up It was the perfect setup Bloody sheets (bloody sheets) No body (no body) No murder weapon I got this endo s**in me dry I got this s*ut b**h s**in me dry It was the perfect setup Bout to wet the bed up Bloody sheets No body (no body) No murder weapon (chorus) x4 Thats why we die x8 Thats my name don't wear it out You don't know about my whereabouts