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Brotha Lynch Hung

There It Is

 

There It Is

(álbum: Blocc Movement - 2001)


This song is dedicated to the niggas that be bumping gums and talking shit
Behind a nigga back knowing I can't defend myself
If you tripping, oh if you tripping then it must be you I'm talking 'bout
And if it ain't you... don't trip

Drop niggas like bad habits that's the truth
Motherfuckers be running around acting like they're bullet-proof
How could I trust you when you couldn't bust two slugs for me?
Talking 'bout you thug homie you really ain't got no love for me
Anyway what you do for me?... Nothing
You won't let the 45 keep bucking what you talking 'bout in yo stuff?
You don't live no where near gangster street
And if I wanted to I could take out some of yo teeth
And for the rest of my life have beef and you know what I do with meat
Known to cheat, creep from the back in the Cadillac Seville
Pull out the strap and the tack to peel
And if it don't happen I'm keep doing music and talking shit about you
Never even mention yo name, cous' it'll all come out you a bitch ass nigga
You live yo life all secluded, if I wasn't around you wouldn't do shit
Talking 'bout you jack niggas, put him in the back with a blue rag around they snuggle
Used to have a huddle of Sicc Made Niggas now it's only me to rumble
Eat 'em up like gumbo don't trip how could I know?
I was so comfortable you took advantage of the whole
Situation all that shit you making it was 'cause of me
We was cool for all those years but I was blind and couldn't see

There it is... another nigga went ballistic on me
Couldn't have is way so I guess he turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped

This some fake nigga pain
How could I of knew it fat supply of liquor fluid
And some green leaves that stank up the whole house
That's how we had it everyday
Make sure my niggas was drunk and high in every way
3 o'clock in the morning coming home drunk and fall out
I didn't give a fuck it was my homies I went all out
Then I found out most of 'em fake like Van Damme
They knew about the game but couldn't break a damn can
With hollow tips in they hands I juked 'em like a crack sack
Made 'em feel hella bad made sure they never coming back
They showed me too much shit I couldn't take it couldn't make it
Another year dealing with all this fake shit
Nigga yeah... and nigga I'm tired of you spying on me
Kicking it with that other motherfucker that be lying on me
Why homie? I thought me and you was untouchable
You be telling everybody what you know, so bye homie

There it is... another nigga went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess he turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped

In some weak nigga sauce, the kind you put on spaghetti
I'm a kick back nigga but I'm armed and deadly
And I'm shooting them gangster medleys to yo heart and soul
Known to put a mini mack in a nap sack and get off the yack and kill a CEO
Then you can see me smoke circles out yo neighborhood
With a tar can in my lap 20 pack and a 50 sack
Metal to metal then he won't settle 'til you in that wood
I can't help it that's how it is I may run up in yo crib and get yo kids
You know I could, you couldn't touch me with a silencer form long range
I tried to do all I could but you think it's all game
Sit at home drunk and judge niggas
You remind me of my uncle of always having a grudge, nigga
Ain't nothing gon' happen that ain't suppose to happen
Appse to rapping I close the gap in
I hit that ass with a mini mack, closed captions
'Cause I'm a MVP, Maximin Violence Profector
And if you fuck with me, fuck you in the ass with the weapon
Grew up in the GBC, a hood where niggas really don't give a fuck
Smash pass the one-time hitting blunts
Smoke the whole parking lot up
And you already knew that about me nigga what's yo problem?
Bumping them gums like you Green Goblin we gon' be squabbling

There it is... another nigga went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess he turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped

There it is... another nigga went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess he turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped

There it is... another nigga went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess he turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped

There it is... another nigga went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess he turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped

hecho

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