Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
"Situation on Dirty Lyrics"
Heartbeat Lyrics
she's a heartbeat yeah, she's a heartbeat she's a door at the end of a dead end street she's a heartbeat and footsteps i hear her footsteps here comes rumours and lies here comes my life of crime i hear footsteps when the music goes down and the traffic is stopped and nobody talks at all
she's a heartbeat yeah, she's a heartbeat she's a door at the end of a dead end street she's a heartbeat and footsteps i hear her footsteps here comes rumours and lies here comes my life of crime i hear footsteps when the music goes down and the traffic is stopped and nobody talks at all
V-Town in the motherfucker, situation dirty and shit
Killa, yeah
Today's out to be recognized
Verse 1
I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to get dirty though
Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4
Couldn't keep it no mo' that motherfucker was filthy
Mo' bodies done been in that trunk
than in the cemetary and the mortuary
Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank
Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank
Shot to my brothers house and got them niggaz high
It was the Man Klan, 3 Deep, and the nigga six
we was off that chocolate thai
And all that ti
Heed The Warning Lyrics
There are so many things in life to know Cause someone says it's right don't make it so This is someone somewhere who's taking notes There's someone telling lies sowing wild oats When you are moving fast, you can succeed Just how long can you last at twice the speed CHORUS: Here's a warning: tw
me that 187 was on my mindThere are so many things in life to know Cause someone says it's right don't make it so This is someone somewhere who's taking notes There's someone telling lies sowing wild oats When you are moving fast, you can succeed Just how long can you last at twice the speed CHORUS: Here's a warning: tw
Shot the man in cold blood
and I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see me
On Americas Most Wanted fucked up gettin snatched out my teepee
Nigga we in the back of the 69 Cut', and it's so foggy
Paranoia done got me on my strap and I'm a fiend for raw meat
They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high
But situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mine
Chorus 2X
With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my
Smith-n-Wesson bulletproof vest
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out
Ya fuck
SUBURBAN KING Lyrics
The alarm clock rings but you don't move But the wife gets up and puts on her uniform You hear her in the bathroom Cause she's got that nagging cough You put your head under the pillow To forget you've been laid off Suburban King Suburban King You had it printed on your van Cause it had a pr
ith the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was outThe alarm clock rings but you don't move But the wife gets up and puts on her uniform You hear her in the bathroom Cause she's got that nagging cough You put your head under the pillow To forget you've been laid off Suburban King Suburban King You had it printed on your van Cause it had a pr
Verse 2
Now it started back in SouthSide sack, I was with my momma
Drinkin' inches of the Old E, hittin chronic ever so often
Often in another world trippin', while he was on another room stickin
My click think sick I got that 12 guage pump started trippin
Kick the door open, blood stains cops came
Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang
My love don't fit you, I got that US military issue
Had to plant one in your brain, get away, if a cop plead insane
A couple of down ass top notches I used to know, had a spot
I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic
B Lyrics
I've seen that stare, I've heard your reasons A spiteful glare, hateful seasons rolling on & on Blind hate but no remorse A fantasy, a dream illusion of purity Hateful seasons rolling on & on Blind hate but no remorse Set the controls for peace and love Let the warheads fly love mu
and makin' a plotI've seen that stare, I've heard your reasons A spiteful glare, hateful seasons rolling on & on Blind hate but no remorse A fantasy, a dream illusion of purity Hateful seasons rolling on & on Blind hate but no remorse Set the controls for peace and love Let the warheads fly love mu
Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face
Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case
What would you be thinkin of when your momma's yelling STOP!
My first thought was cut him in half and drag the other half to his stash
They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high but situation
real filthy and I got ta get mine
Chorus
With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my
Smith-n-Wesson Bulletproof vest,
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out
Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out ( fades )