Brotha Lynch Hung - One Of The Last lyrics

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Brotha Lynch Hung - One Of The Last lyrics

now bigger than life is...how i'm coming out, Rigorous,and vigorous, You n***az know what i'm talking 'bout, I want cheeze and lettuce, and my wallet so fetish (fatish), And i want to break through like jerome bettis, (pro-status) All this time i got rhyme on my mind, every dime, I spend it on some weed and some studio time, Drink o-e out the mickey's big-mouth, My point is, i'll be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out My house, (chorus) I'm one of the last sick n***az that you've heard thus far, You can bump me at your crib or while you're off that nitro in Your car, But i don't say that to say that i'm a super star, but if you get High then you can feel me no matter who you are, (verse 2) n***a now i sh** lyrics, but i can't use 'em, have your son Tripping brotha lynch hung loopin', They be off that bottle talkin' 'bout, "brotha lynch be talkin' 'bout, sick sh** i heard he ate his momma Out," Now how('s) this muthaphukka 'gon write some sh**, about the brotha Lynch hung 'cause he('s) k**in' in his song, He say,"that n***a(z) sh**(s) tight, but he ain't sh**", He say,"god as my witness i heard he f**ed them b**hes" Which is supposed to be wrong criticizing my love song, You get the rope f**in' with the brotha lynch hung, Roll in formation, make intimidation, 'catch you on your weed high', (echo) I tore you up like a pitch bent, feelin' dick hard, well you better Get your b**h then, It gets thin, and i'm off this black and mild sh**, Tall-can told me it was smooth and now i'm buyin' boxes of it, Trying to relax and deal with these taxes, 'cause they be at my checks with them axes, (and them) twenty sacks is, in the back seat, I'm [f** me if i know]->licin' this,(lacing this)<-close enough! Hope my muthaphukkin' baby's momma ain't no sheisty b**h, She want(s) to publish, all right that's cool, She wants some other sh**, get off the hydro tube, n***az always think i talk about 'em 'cause i talk sh**, My worst nightmare is k**in' my b**h for trying to keep my grips, I'm like mark spitz, i'll swim a channel for my sh** then watch your Heart split, I'm doing damage your b**h, and while your heart switch(es) you Better remember where you came from b**h,