Brotha Lynch Hung - Went This Way lyrics

Two years ago, a friend of mine Told me to write me a tight a** rhyme And so i, i wrote this rhyme that i am about to say The rhyme is tight and it went this way And i'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed Shystie n***as keep staring at me I had my 45 and my 44 I put one on my briefcase so them n***as'll know Lives get took That's it just like a book Do you want a meathook Smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took Fo yo skrill Hundred dolla bill Take yo pill muthaf**a While you bullsh**in dis sh** is real I ain't no twelve inch Can't mix me up in this sh** I got full clips And alone i do my sh** So trust me you information faulty And i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty I'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than f** wit you Cause you the type of n***a that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit my Big bad forty auto mag Twenty sac n***a get yo money back if you don't think you of that sliznack Motivated, totally undominated I got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it Easy fo me i didn't have to work Fourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirk Now just the other day a friend of mine Told me to write me a tight a** rhyme And so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to say The rhyme is tight and it went this way I know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left you Without a tight rhyme to step to Think of all them weak a** albums you slept through Well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you Went to my brother's house, without a doubt Twisted one up with the n***a, smoked'em out Got to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type script High enough to write a whole career full of sh** I mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to f**, throw up Man i got my cheddah cheese a** n***a know what I don't hold no grudges i just ain't f**in wit you no mo, mission stay Sicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracade Barracade barracade barracade, barracade