Brotha Lynch Hung - Heatas lyrics

they told me to get my heat so i got mine them mothaf**as that made that hit Now we only got the mini mack in the trunk sawed off and the 45th but im Confident that we handled funk like mothaf**in g's so all you b**hes and Snitches get ditches when my triple finga itches its vicious for some reason im Still in that season all them other mothaf**as done left shmother motha f**as To d**h other motherf**as done shlept long hit off the kryptonite and get Gone hit em' up two in the dome is it yo funeral home alone had love for them Once went and this sh** got grim k**in me softly its costly jack they chin if They eminem bend 1dial1 800 o gold and you picture me surrounded by fifty Pounds of round meat grade a beef it aint cheap i got that sh** that'll make yo Weak minds upchuck upchuck yo guts cut and i had yo nuts wasup you was locked Down so i f**ed yo b**h gave you that sifilis dick loop the music made sick Dont slip trump tight murder on sight split ya dome hit ya home at night move In the dark with Infrared lights you die then ima do yo wife ima leave you hangin on yo doorstep Had your wife a** bu*t naked razor blade braids from the a** to the neck