Brotha Lynch Hung - There It Is lyrics

This songs dedicated to them n***az bumpin gums and talkin sh** behind a n***a back Knowing I can't defend myself (if you trippin') Oh if you trippin'(Thats real)then it must be you i'm tallkin' 'bout (don't trip) and if it ain't you don't trip (Verse 1 BLH) Drop n***az like bad habits that's the truth Mothaf**a be runnin around actin like they bulletproof How could i trust you wouldnt bust 2 slugs for me Talkin bout you thug homie you really aint got love for me Anyway what you do for me Nuttin' You wouldnt let the forty-five keep buccin What you tslkin anbout in your stuff You dont live nowhere near gangsta street And if i wanted to I'd take out sum of teeth And for the rest of my life have beef and You know what I do wit meat(meat) Know to cheat creep from the bacc of the Cadillac Seville pull out the strap and attack the vel And if it don't happen I'm goin to keep doin musicc and talkin sh** About you never even mention your name cuz It'll come out you a b**h-a** n***a you live you life all secluded And if i wasn't around you wouldn;t do sh** Talkin you jacc nigaaz put'em in the bacc witta blue rag around they snuggle Used to have a huddle of Siccmade n***az and know its only me that rumble Eat'em up like gumbo(don't trip) how could i know i was so comfortable you took advantage of the whole Situation all that sh** you makin' it was cuz of me we was cool for all those years But I was blind and couldnt see There it is Another n***a went ballstic on me Couldnt have his way so i guess he turned his bacc on me And if he didnt i'm just tired of sh** I rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped X2 (Verse 2) This sum fake n***a pain how could i knew it fat supply of licca fluid Some green leaves that stank up the whole house that how we had it Everyday make sure my n***az was drunk and high in every eway 3 O'lock in the morin come home drunk and fall out I didnt give a fucc they was my homies i went all out Then I found out must of them fake like Van-Damme They know about the game but couldnt bracc a damn can Wit hollow tips in they hands so i jucc'em like a cracc sacc Make 'em fill hella bad make sure they never coming bacc They show me too much sh** i couldnt take it couldnt make it Another year dealin wit all this fake sh** n***a yeah And n***a i'm tired of you spyin on me kiccin it wit that other mothafucca That be lyin on me why homie i thought me and you was untouchable You be tellin everybody what you know so bye homie There it is Another n***a went ballstic on me Didnt think i loved him so i guess he turned his bacc on me And if he didnt i'm just tired of sh** I rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped X2 (Verse 3) This sum weak n***a sauce the kind you put on spaghetti I'm a kicc bacc n***a but im armed and deadly And im shootin them gangsta melodies to your heart and soul Know too put a mini-mac in a nap-sacc and get off the yak and k** a C.E.O. Then you could see me smoke circles out your neighborhood Wit a tall cann in my lap 20 pacc and 50 sacc Metal to meatl the heat wont settle til you in that wood (in that wood) I cant help it thats how it is I mean run up in your crib and get your kids you know i could You couldnt touch me witta silencer of a long-range I tried to do all that i could but you think this all game Sit at home drunk and judge n***az you remind me of my uncle always havin a grudge n***a Aint nothin goin to happen that aint suppose to happen a poet of rappin Close the gap hit that a** witta mini-mac Close caption cuz im a M.V.P. Maxuim Violet Perfected And if you fucc wit me fucc you in the a** wit the weapon Grew up in the G.B.C a hood wit n***az really dont give a fucc Smashed pa**ed'em one time hitta blunts smoke out the whole parkin lot up And you already you know that about me whats your problem Bumpin your gume like the Green Goblin we goin be squabbin (Chorus) there it is Another n***a went ballstic on me xoulksnt get his way so i guess he turned his bacc on me and if he didnt i'm just tired of sh** I rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped there it is Another n***a went ballstic on me couldnt hit the weed so i guess he turned his bacc on me and if he didnt i'm just tired of sh** I rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped X2