Brotha Lynch Hung - Break Ya Loccs Lyrics
[Lynch Talking]About to leave the studio it's 9-11, 2002Up in here wid my nigga C-O once againYa know what I'm sayin?And the mother*****in' bad news isWhat? Suspicion is backYa know, here we go[Brotha Lynch Hung]I got that spit venom shit that'll wrinkle up ya denim shit***** them niggaz they all hoes I run up in them quickTurn 'em into statues, lead tattoos I stayTwenty four deep and bring niggaz the bad news likeThe Metro Section I spit petrol like gas nozzlesBang wid my thangs nigga, you the last modelsFrom the Garden to the creep moduleI'm off the bottle makin' money like I won the lottoYou wanna follow wid ya tongue stickin' out ready to lick these nutsHad a dream watchin' me get out the four door to get these gutsI spit flames, beat niggaz like Rick James get aimCause like Pac's attraction I grip thangsAnd it's hard and cold it'll make ya heart a coldI sweat so much I'm so hot, I'm hard to holdAnd I'll tell you somethin' else fool Suspicion for lifeHave you comin' home from work late, missin' ya wifeAnd ya kids and ya cribs tore up, I leave ya ribs tore upNuttin' else better I do, than cut up cold cutsI'm a meat eatin', skin collector been connectedWid some niggaz that'll cut you in the neck and leave you butt *****Layin' dead in ya Lexus, what you doing?Fryin' niggaz like they do out in Texas, Why?Lyin' to niggaz cause they fakin' the loveYou be the one takin' the slugAnd you show me that you ain't got no love for me I'm done cuz[Hook]Niggaz that say they real fake as *****Have you left set up dead in a vacant lotNo matter what they can talk all that gang
