Brotha Lynch Hung - Went Way lyrics

Two years ago, a friend of mine told me to write me a tight a** rhyme and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say the rhyme is tight and it went this way And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed shystie n***as keep staring at me I had my 45 and my 44 i put one on my briefcase so them n***as'll know lives get took that's it just like a book do you want a meathook smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took fo yo skrill hundred dolla bill take yo pill muthaf**a while you bullsh**in dis sh** is real i ain't no twelve inch can't mix me up in this sh** i got full clips and alone i do my sh** so trust me you information faulty and i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty i'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than f** wit you cause you the type of n***a that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit my big bad forty auto mag twenty sac n***a get yo money back if you don't think you of that sliznack motivated, totally undominated i got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it easy fo me i didn't have to work fourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirk now just the other day a friend of mine told me to write me a tight a** rhyme and so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to say the rhyme is tight and it went this way i know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left you without a tight rhyme to step to think of all them weak a** albums you slept through well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you went to my brother's house, without a doubt twisted one up with the n***a, smoked'em out got to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type script high enough to write a whole career full of sh** i mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to f**, throw up man i got my cheddah cheese a** n***a know what i don't hold no grudges i just ain't f**in wit you no mo, mission stay sicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracade barracade barracade barracade, barracade