Brotha Lynch Hung - There It Is - Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics

this songs dedicated... 2 all the n***as bumpin gums n talkin sh** behind a n***as bacc, knowin i cant defend myself...if u trippin,oh if u trippin... it must be u im talkin bout... n if it aint u...dont trip drop n***as like bad habbits, thats the truth, mothafuccas be runnin round actin like they bullitproof. how could i trust u, when u wouldnt bust 2, sluggs 4 me? talkin bout u thug homie, u really aint got no love 4 me, any way what u do 4 me... nuttin, u wont let the 45 keep bustin, what u talkin bout in yo stuff? u dont live nowhere near gangsta street, n if i wanted 2, i could take out some of yo teeth n 4 da rest of my life have beef, n u know what i do with meat. known 2 cheat, creep from da bacc of da caddilac sivile, pull out the strap n attack 2 k**, n if it dont happen, ima keep doin music & talkin sh** about u. never even mention yo name cuz! itll come all out,u a b**h a** n***a, u live yo life all secluded n if i wasnt around u wouldnt duo sh**. talkin bout u jacc n***as, putt em inda bacc witta blue rg around they snuggle, used 2 have a huddle of siccmade n***as, now its only me 2 rumble, eat em up like gumbo...dont trip, how could i know? i was so comfortable u took advantage of the whole, situation, all that sh** u makin was cuzza me, we was coo all those years cuz i was blind n couldnt c... (chorus) there it is...another n***a went balistic on me couldnt have his way so i guess he turned his bacc on me. n if he didnt im jus tired of sh** id rather do it on my own, do it all alone (he was dipped) x3 he was dipped in some fake n***a paint, how was i spose 2 knew it, fat supply of liqua fluid n some green leaves that stank up da whole house. thats how we had it everyday, made sure my n***as was drunk n high in everyway. 3 o clocc inda mornin come home drunk n fall out, i didnt give a fucc, they was my homies i went all out. then i found out, most of em fake like van dam they knew about the game but couldnt break a damn can, with hallow tips in they hands, so i jook like a cracc sacc, make em feel hella bad n make sure they never comin bacc. they showed me 2 much sh**, i couldnt take it, couldnt make it another year dealin with all that fake sh**. n***a yea! n n***a im tired of u spyin on me, kiccin it witt that other mothafucca that be lyin on me, y homie, i thought me & u was untouchable, u be tellin erbody what u know so bye homie... (chorus)x3 he was dipped in some weak n***a sauce, da kind u put on spagetti. ima kicc bacc n***a but im armed n deadly n im shootin dem gangsta meldies thru ur heart n soul known to putta mini macc ina nap sacc get off da yacc n k**a c.e.o.. den u can c me smoke circles out yo nieghborhood, witta tall can in my lap, 20 pacc n a 50 sacc from medal 2 medal, u neva wuld, thats how it is, i might run up yo spot n get yo kids, u know i could. u couldnt touch me witta silencer from long range tryda do all i could but u think its all games, u sit bacc at home drunken judgin n***as, u remind me of my uncle on alway havin a grudge n***a. n aint nun gon happen aposed 2 rappin, i close the gap n hit that a** with the mini macc, closed caption. cuz ima m.v.p. maximim violence perfected, n if u fuccin witt me, fucc u inda a** witta weopen, grew up inda g.b.c., a hood where n***as really dont give a fucc, smash past 1-time hittin blunts, smoke da whole parking lot up, but u awready knew dat about me n***a whats yo problem, keep bumpin dem gums like the green goblin we gon be squabbin.... (chorus)x5