Brotha Lynch Hung Album

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ChuReal officalWanna Gang (Wanna Gang, nigga)My nigga Lynch Kiccin' bacc at my nigga Big Hollis studioBlowin' on sum shit sit your head fuccin rightFor all you gangsta niggaz ya'll stand up for the classic lifeGot your nigga Eiht hype Lynch chu
(MC Ehit)I was creepin' on the come up call me gangsta bonesold school in the hood witta big bricc phoneAnd I got a hoodrat jones pocket full of stonesMe and Lynch in the hood man slappin' bonesBest lower the tone hood got me goneshush nigga for the 4-5 get shown I represent it to the max but no A-WaxReal strap on when you see us Yeah I bang on tracc'sI'm ready for combat and I speak the truthDown the line of boulvard sign out the roof(What up brotha) Livin' proof homeboy it's Compton City old school Lo-Lo's bumpin' Doo-Wah-DittyBlocca blocca 1-5-9 in Garden Blocca like Al Capone meetin' the fuccin shockaMy momma said knocc you outMy nigga said take is ass in the bacc and shoot his ass in the mouth Chu
Bacc is that Agent Double O Duece 4 Blocc & CPT Team'd up we show stop cuz (X4)
(Brotha Lynch Hung)My aim is all massarce but I ain't no Michael BayIn the Bacc witta A-K Eiht in the front ready to spraybetta get out the way I'm sicca than SiccmadeGot niggaz that get your shit spray'dI stay out the way I'm gangsta way out the way somebody else gunn bank ya'llAin't the nigga to be fuccin' wit I got cash flowsomebody you never seen before leave your ass up in a big ass holeSouthSide 'til I die already dead already fed lecuts all up in his headleavin' him dead puddle of red So nigga what's handlin'I'll cut you when it comes to this game shitI flame shit niggaz be spittin' that same shitThats the only thang I switch I don't never sticc to the same scriptHellah years done past and the niggaz be toldin the same clip The West is bacc like popin' and breakin' and cuttin'We comin' bacc like takin' and rapin' and fuccin'We in the blacc night dumpin' and shaccin' or sumthin' Me and Eiht aight nigga it was great it was nuthin'

Bacc is that Agent Double O Duece 4 Blocc & CPT Team'd up we show stop cuz (X4)
(Brotha Lynch Hung)I'm WestCoast ridah suicide d-e-a-t-h provider I couldRun up in your spot wit five guns and fryerLeave you screamin' like Mariah Me and Eiht leavin'em tied up in the bacc room shitBrotha Lynch be shittin without no bathroomI'm sicca than sicc wit clips and shit Hawk luges at chu ????? quick Fuccin them niggaz wit vicious dicc like my nigga Sixty-Six6 in tha morin' police at my doorMe I'm right in the bacc witta strap and sacc so watch your bacc (cuz)

Bacc is that Agent Double O Duece 4 Blocc & CPT Team'd up we show stop cuz (X8)

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(BLH Talkin')
Yeah this song's about homies
You know real homies fake homies
All of the above you know
Kind of a touchy subject man
But niggaz got to go there you know
Me and MC Eiht back again yet

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I had to but another gun(buy another gun)
I had to drop another homie(drop another homie)
Got to keep a gun on me(Got to keep a gun on me)
Keep real homies for life(keep real homies for life) X2 (Yeah)

(Verse 1:Brotha Lynch Hung)
Where was dem niggaz when I was broke
Sellin dope outta my grandma's window
No nope no indo no homies
Just a couple like Big Hollis,and Sicx(What Up)
Tryin to make dollarz make sense
Try to make life make sense(Cuz)
Niggaz come and go like the 81 bus
And thats why I talk alot of shit
I can make 81 cuts shit
I was doing bad like down to 81 bucks (shit)
Niggaz be hella mad if I buy 81 trucks
I put the key in the slot I'm 'bout to take-off
I'm like Nicholas Cage run up nigga I'll rip your Face-Off
I don't trust nobody
Real homies I keep'em fake homies I bleed'em
Nigga I creep like the reaper and you won't even see'em
This mothafucka tried to follow me home
Had me hittin next to right unloccin the crome
I live my life like it's a war outside
Think what you say say what you say but it's more about pride anyway

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(Verse 2: MC Ehit)
Is there a heavan for a gangsta
That's the question
Somebody might find out if these fools keep testin
All i'm try to do is feed my kids
And stop them bad dreams when I close my lids
I got a late night churp my nigga got shot
I told my fuckin homie that the blocc was hot
You made it this far and you now got hit
And i can't think straight i'm on sum serious shit
Got me all tore up i swore to get bacc
Know the enemy wantin for the shit to cracc
And i'm tryin to think about my fuckin kids at home
And what they goin to do if there daddy is gone
A thin line between freedom and a D.A.
Caught wit the AK 20 years to lay
Now the judge wanna hit the mothafucka wit the book
So the deal for the 20 nigga quiccly took

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(Verse 2:MC Ehit)
Whats this meaning to this hgood shit don't ask me
When a hood nigga stuck in the CPT
They wont hire a ex-felon wit a record
So i put it all down on record nigga checc it
Gun checc 45 is hard to survive (thats right)
Enemies real close hoes to ???? (thats right)
I deal wit the stress of the every day street
Every blocc got a nigga tryin to hustla for ???(what up Lynch)

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(BLH Talkin')
Yeah these days its kind of hard to get hard to get new homies
You kind of develop bizness partnas
And hopefully over time you'll develop into a friend relationssip
But if not you ownly keep a couple homies by the time you 60
That you end up seein' before you pass so
This to all my real homies
Shout outs to Ehit,Sacc,Big Hollis,All my siccmade niggaz
My nigga Phonk Beta for bein' there during my whole career
And shout out to my nigga Sicx, Max Collits
I got to get you in here still thinking about you roung here
FUCC wit everybody thinks

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(Verse:1) Brotha Lynch Hung
Yeah and Dre he should've signed me(Why?)
Because I been shitin' on mothafuckas niggaz ever since '93
Known as that niggaz that get you sicc hit you wit sum nitro(Nitro)
You need insurance my nigga go check wit Geico(Geico)
But you can check the soundscan it ain't no type-o
42,000 in a week just Sacramento
Now I'm buyin' 100 saccs all green saccs of indo
Even though some hate G-Blocc Them niggaz my kin folks
End if it come down to it I got confindence(I got confidence)
End if I'm going through it Garden Blocc will hop a fence
With AK's like nigga let me tell you sum'.
You touch ares we touch yours we leave your belly cutin'
Your family touch'em your gang fuck'em this is are gang
For movin' no move nigga this is are thang
You don't know what's going on nigga this is are pain
We turn the game over like it was a card game
Me and,Ehit,Twan Beezy, Believe me
they been holdin' it down on a bigger level then Weezy
So We goin' hold Cali down like Tombstone
You can keep me in the room alone better make it packin' who knows

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Cuz we West Side Ridin'
Doors suicidin'
Pockets got green rye in'em
And always got nines in'em
We Still runin' this shit
Cuz just like the Clipse pistol grips
We vertans it ain't nothin' we make hits X2

(Verse:2)Mc Ehit
Before Ice-T made Colors go world wide
I was a young B.G. bangin' the West Side
Ridin' around 4-deep chu I might be the youngest
Handing me the double-up any spot I slum this
Talk shit on tape about the shootin and robbin
In the hood all day niggaz we steady mobbin'
On the blocc all day niggaz knoccin the muscle
Since eighty-eight eight know how to huslte
I rocc the gang bang boogie nevea ridin the bitch
and rocc the hood so well wit my cousin Brotha Lynch
And who started this chu-shit you better believe me
Eiht was Straight Outta Compton right after Eazy-E (I wasStraight Outta Compton)
and it's still a Compton thang we come strapped
Music to drive-by keep the hood on the map(keep the hood on the map)
If we the last man standing then it's Vetrans Day
Death threats we call out shots shootin the AK


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(Verse3:MC Eiht)
How I still sport a dark blue Khaki suit
With the hood threwin up at my video shoots
Ya'll know I'm classic shit is classic
Get sprung collapse your lung Eiht and Lynch Hung
2 niggaz from the WestCoast ya'll can't test
Westside 'til I die nigga pound it on my chest
Now everybody wanna be a mothafuckin' thug
But dem nobody wanna catrch dem slugs


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Ch-Ch-Ch-Chu
Real gangsta niggaz
Lynch, Eiht Chu
The Hood Chu checc it out

[Mc Eiht]
The hood is mine nigga get bacc
I'am set up shop and get my stacc
When I'm in the CPT set up in the nine
When I'm in Garden Blocc everything is fine
Hit Lynch on the line tell him chu I'm coastin'
On the blocc all day sticcly West Coastin'
Ain't nuthin' else but I stay straight
Wit real gangsta ass niggas in other states
Ain't no phony cops cats get chase wit gats
Any bitch nigga I diss improve my stats
Hoodrats I been done had'em
Friends turn onto enemies I ain't mad at'em
They hate when a nigga get his paper right
Not fuccin' Sean Paul but I give'em the light
Red beam the light I'm talkin' 'bout
Face you mothafuccas get to walkin' out chu

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North, South California Gangstas
Eiht, Lynch California Bangers
Wait you bitch its a no-brainer
Trust you snitch we CoatHanga Stranglas (X2)

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
Let me tell you sumthin' nigga
This a tight game
But Imma ride this mothafucca like a bike mayn
Take the night train get off downtown
Fell a sleep at the park after I got off ten rounds
I be down since 1983 thats when I saw an AK
At Washington school hey thats a school in L.A.
True story my nigga my life it's too gory
Not too long ago my sister died in two(Fucc)story (true story)
Jealous nigga shot her straight in the head
And if I wasn't on tour that mothafucca be dead
But one time scafouled him up then I got bacc
Damn near walk to the funeral I had on my blacc
Then poured the beer in the hole and told her I loved her
And I'm always thinkin' of her I roll under the cover
So fucc what you say this is GBC Siccmade 'til I D-I-E that's just me

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We North, South California Gangstas
Eiht, Lynch California Bangers
Wait you bitch its a no-brainer
Trust you snitch we CoatHanga Stranglas (X2)

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Chu turn around like a nigga turn down
At the front door of the club after you try to clown
Now you gettin scoffed up by some G's
But nobody lookin' this way the trigger do squeez'd
Eaze bacc I eaze on down this cracc'd up road down to Compton witta stacc
And it's either the 6-tray or the .4 lacc
Either the .12 gauge or the automatic mac Chu

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North, South California Gangstas
Eiht, Lynch California Bangers
Wait you bitch its a no-brainer
Trust you snitch we CoatHanga Stranglas (X2)

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