Brotha Lynch Hung - Good Night lyrics

[Verse 1] I mix it with a bit of baking soda In this cracc sacc in the back pack before I make em older I put em in the game, n***a I'mma franchise player Put it in his brain, n***a, than a zen dilator Roll in the quiet, I pull heavy metal when you can fry quick Like sizzline, all I wanna know, is is he clean If its not, it's right off the levy, smash off in a Chevy If it's hot, smoke up the whole area like Richard Petty In his brains and his guts in his baccseat, lookin like spaghetti in the pot Ready or not, I stay steady with the shot From long distance for instance break out like Eddie Brock Before I'm leavin em leavin you bleedin on yo blocc [Hook] Good night, don't even fight, just let it go And too many live, when they get hit with the technical I don't sweat it though, I just roll I ain't gotta prove it I just know It's all ready betta get used to it [Verse 2] I do hose, so if you see me on the streets and you got, beef Believe me n***a I do blow hella n***as brains out f**in wit mine, cuz what I do got, I got it while I was stuck on the grind Carryin two Gloccs, gettin off these roccs, gettin my roccs off f**in s*ut b**hes with nines and to the cops soft f**in stuff dicks in ya mind f**in ya blocc off, n***a, f** you f*ggots, you n***as cocc-soft [Hook] [Verse 3] I'll put ya brains in a trash compactor, I'm smashin backwards And blastin at ya spot with the mac n I gets to craccin like a bad hair gaskin I'll take ya nuts, to ya momma in a basket I don't give a fucc, touch em up quiccer than earl shine Dip on that a** in the pearl white and then good night Don't even fight, just let it go, and too many live When they get hit with the technical, but I don't sweat it though I'mma blocc n***a like C-Bo, make ya bleed slow Jumpin over you n***as like I was Eval Knievel When I hit that right strapped up, you G n***as betta bacc up, pacc up Cuz bodies bout to stacc up, when the Maserati wearin blacc stuff And I'm back in the cut, f**in it up, you young n***as betta wait yours I'mma sicko psycho run in the house get so psycho blood type-O Dancin with the devil with my hands on heavy metal, oh On every level go, when I put the pedal to the flo It's good night [Verse 4] Some say I'm sicca than syphilis n***a get the picture? I'll rip ya spleen out and cook it and go have dinner wit ya I'm sicker than head like Charles Michael than it takes, to get ya To paint different pictures if it's in the way hit ya with the siccness Get this n***a I'mma keep it gangsta See you in the club and run up on ya a** then bank ya Ain't the, n***a to be f**in with when I got revenue If anybody got n***as that are roll by and pop you n***a Kevin do I gots ta keep it that way, carry the outlaw like who is you? I'm in grey and blue like I'mma Dallas cowboy 24 on my jersey hit em up by the 03 In the morning catch em stretchin and yawnin and stretch em out out on the line n***as so dirty, I put em in trash bags and put em in the backyard Like I was livin in Baghdad, I be givin n***as they hat back And they heart in my baccpacc, and they guts and they nuts And they intestines up in the Cadillac Good night, don't even fight, I split that black flag n***as got it mixed up like baking soda in a cracc sacc Gotta get ya back cracced open, I'mma southside strangler Creepin up in all blacc like Oakland I'mma be the thang in ya [Hook x4] Westside in tha house n***a