Brotha Lynch Hung - 24 Gone lyrics

Yeah the n***a from the duece is back,and its on Yeah the n***a from the duece is back,and its on Yeah the n***a from the duece is back,and its on Yeah the n***a from the duece is back,and its on Twenty four gone it's that n***a that went all the way nuts spent my time after the EP rippin up guts and now I'm back and I convert the straight slider enough,me talk me bout me nine millimeta meta f**in that bu*t,so n***a once again out the mothaf**in cut,the n***a that got the refer eatin them fried n***a nut,what me talk bout me load my nine real fast,and hang them spine and dem liver guts up out that a**,i got the bomb,n***as that a back me up and in my palm a nine that a feed me gut no matter what n***a,i ain't gonna lie i keep packin you know 'cause everybody gotta die,plenty of n***as in the city of sac keep trippin,i told them mothaf**as I'm too old for crippin,but provin I'm down when my nine start clickin when i say I'm twenty four deep i ain't bullsh**tin,n***a now,n***a now i thought it was known,leave a cannibal n***a alone unless you want to deal wit a chrome,Glock,i ain't gonna stop,when I'm in the block me go pizatt wizatt pop pop pop,and den me bounce to the once of a green bud hit and what i'm not rollin up,n***a i'm servin it,twenty five years of livin dead already and it's still on,yeah twenty four gone [Chorus] Is it that n***a that got that bum funkie Is it that n***a that got the bum funkie So come twist one up Is it that n***a that got that bum funkie Is it that n***a that got the bum funkie So come twist one up Is it that n***a that got that bum funkie Is it that n***a that got the bum funkie So come twist one up Is it that n***a that got that bum funkie Is it that n***a that got the bum funkie So come twist one up Yeah it's the bomb,and now it's on to the full and my chromes on full and uh, i never knew true love,until i saw brains leakin 'cause of a thirty eight slug but uh,i had to get that nine millimeta,somethin that a move a n***a back a centimeta,yah and you know it just don't quit,me sticka me nine in P Z be A be why K I double L I N , G , plus i keep a nine for a n***a bout sixteen of em gotta be my own grave digga,believe me you see me wit a thing in my gut you gotta know it's a nine while i'm creepin in the cut,so n***a what,you know it's all good til i die,n***as got me rowdy while the triple six was in the county, stressin and i ain't gonna lie, if i could take a twelve gauge and pop a narc up in the eye and get away i just might,trippin off a half of O,when all the n***as i know ain't even down and got away wit a ho so n***a now you know,put the gat up in that a** and treat em like a ho,boom,told you now my nine ain't shy and now I'm rollin up a fat a** joint,why,i want to get high,twenty five years of livin dead already and its still on,yeah twenty four gone [Chorus]