Brotha Lynch Hung - Blood On Da Rug lyrics

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] I'm off that muthaf**ing OE and Gin Once again, talkin 'bout that blood on da rug Evidence, could have been mine or his So i been stressed out ever since Left him on the concrete wit' his head split Found out where i live by this, by this, punk b**h Knowin' its about to crack like an indo sack I'm hella f**ed up, so with the heat i commense to peak out the window, waitin' Ran off the indo, shakin n***as like Barry Sanders Cause they weak, like a spiderweb, in the fact to s** you up cause you weak And i'm at my peak, when i'm buckin' at the enemy, its like ten of me Choppin' down trees, twistin' up leaves, 'bout to make n***as bleed Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut, get away, got away, rip gut Hit 'em up with enough lead stuff to turn 'em into a magnet Body in da dragnet, keep my dickies saggin' blue flaggin' Body draggin' down the street to the end of the creek and its evil you see Creepin through the gra**, and the gardens dick hard And i be draggin' on a garcia vega with the green flavour neighbour- Hood make a break a duece four f** a hoe, a lot'a n***as dont know But its lose a hoe gain a hoe So, bruise a hoe who's to know Youll need to follow me up Leave your body in the back of the '84 cut, all chopped up Look through my window at night, and you can get gla** in your eye After that your a** gonna die screamin' ... and thats no lie You'll be pa**in' me by, every night 'til i come out wit the minni mac and attack like a pit bull off that dumb sh** you pulled, I'm talkin 'bout that Murder, Evidence, we been doin' this here, ever since, ever since, day one, day one, split, gotta n***a gone, buy this, b*atch, fucced up, f**ed up, f**ed uup, f**ed uup, f**ed uuup, f**ed uuuup [Verse 2: T-Macc] Yeah come on They got me contemplating on Homicide Clutchin' to my 45 Then i miss(?) to the doja, the paranoja takin over my mind It was all a matter of time Before we hit where you was at Off in your residence co*k the hammer back and between ya eyes For the dead presidents[?] And ever since day one When this sh** begun Been in it fo' the fun Its the Cutthroat n***a And the Ripgut My n***a Lynch Hung We do this sh** on a daily Maybe we'll let ya live to see ya Baby If you hurry up and show me where is the do' at n***a i won't k** you and your Lady Stuff the dufflebag full of cash Dope, greens, heaters and hash File the bundles, i'm even in the cut Snatchin' sh** up out the stash Got this motherf**ers bound to gag Dragging bags, full of illegal sh** across the gra** Jumped in a black 'lac wit' the windows up and smash On my way back to the pad My n***a Lynch splitting up all the cash Gettin gone off this n***as dodo And fo' sho' be smokin up all the hash Cause we mash after the cash, fast and never hesitant We'll leave you and yo' b**h tied up ever since n***a wit no evidence No evidence