Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics
Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics
"One Mo Pound lyrics"
Death-hymn lyrics
Dreams carry me into sleep As I sigh I write your name in my Soul As I search your words I cast my Destiny on to you Deadly whisper in my ear Finally me now, my time has come I never thought I would feel this way I never thought I would go this far I never thought I would surrender I never thought I would give in to you To give me a sign before I die Show me you've heard my prayer Veil of mist, hazy my
Dreams carry me into sleep As I sigh I write your name in my Soul As I search your words I cast my Destiny on to you Deadly whisper in my ear Finally me now, my time has come I never thought I would feel this way I never thought I would go this far I never thought I would surrender I never thought I would give in to you To give me a sign before I die Show me you've heard my prayer Veil of mist, hazy my
I was rollin' through the hood one day
Thought shit den calmed down,
"Gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around
Ain't talked to nobody from my block
Cause all my niggas is locked up
And it's been all ever I seen wit a guillotine
So I was in the "Cut Supreme"
Fifteen grams and some "greenodine"
Ain't seen a block nigga since
But now I'm off that kill green
(Mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me)
(Niggas wanna put some slugs in me)
So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha Lynch Hung, but the bitches call me Kevin
They try to make me think they close to me, but Neb'in [never]
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for alibis
And the meat they ate from them drive-bys ain't mine
cause mine's a supe' desguise
As I
Na Cara Do Gol lyrics
N?o importa se foi impedidoN?o importa se foi com a m?oN?o importa eu gastei com cervejaBriguei com a mulherE peguei lota??oN?o importa se o gol foi roubadoSe bateu no cachorro e entrouO que importa ? que eu fa?a minha festaE convide a galeraPra gritar campe?oNa cara do gol vale tudoContanto que eu fique felizPode marcar sossegadoQue eu conhe?o a m?e do juizNa cara
swoop the skies high off that buddhaN?o importa se foi impedidoN?o importa se foi com a m?oN?o importa eu gastei com cervejaBriguei com a mulherE peguei lota??oN?o importa se o gol foi roubadoSe bateu no cachorro e entrouO que importa ? que eu fa?a minha festaE convide a galeraPra gritar campe?oNa cara do gol vale tudoContanto que eu fique felizPode marcar sossegadoQue eu conhe?o a m?e do juizNa cara
tah mixed the cusche and the purple hairs
And it got me high
(Now I'm rollin on the river)
Labeled Mr. FedEx
(Cause them bodies I deliver)
Got to get to my next plot
Unlock the freezer get the meat for the "rocks" [rotweilers]
And heat the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in" ['97]
and it's hot den a mothafucka
(All day everyday) I'mma stay loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a pound full of James Brown
Cause I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier
[Chorus: 2Xs]
The count goes
(One more pound of smoke and it's guaranteed to make a mothafucka choke)
(Ain't got no down ass bitch at my side
but I got some bomb ass weed in my ride)
Nothin but notches, booches
Fill my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, gotta have my pay
The gaungay got
A Matter Of Sense lyrics
It wasn?t guilt that brought them here they had no choice they could not stay this time They tried so hard to preserve the world they knew to hard to hold their line I fear that innocence has lost it?s way this time There?s no future in the past I know that now we have to percieve our hate And it?s to late to change events life is a matter of sense redemtion comes to he who waits I fear that innocence has
me high now I'm paranoida den these boochesIt wasn?t guilt that brought them here they had no choice they could not stay this time They tried so hard to preserve the world they knew to hard to hold their line I fear that innocence has lost it?s way this time There?s no future in the past I know that now we have to percieve our hate And it?s to late to change events life is a matter of sense redemtion comes to he who waits I fear that innocence has
Filthy rich, I'mma take the loot
And the dig a ditch, tell your neighborhood bitch
to miss me with that hoe shit
Cause I'mma get this nigga when he surface
And that's on everything I love, I gots to split his wig
Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket
Rib cage heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells
Send him to hell express from his mailing address
We got his name, for sho', then we went to the house and did that shit
I know I said I do it alone in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew
somebody betta jack his ass up like a six-four impala
You floatin' on dirty water
Pack your shit up nigga like it's on only you and your ?woda-goda?
Track your ass down, smoke your last pound
[Chorus 2Xs]
(If you smell any smoke it's just me a
China Bird lyrics
One fine day these words I pray Will breathe a truthWithin yourself upon a shelfA life anew So many roads It's hard to know what to do All your dreamsAll it seems Is as you choose For destiny my china bird Is calling for you The world turns The flame burns Bright and true Near and far Where you areGuiding you china bird The open skiesAre yearning for you If they say it's not that way Hold your view With
nd my homies gettin' blown)One fine day these words I pray Will breathe a truthWithin yourself upon a shelfA life anew So many roads It's hard to know what to do All your dreamsAll it seems Is as you choose For destiny my china bird Is calling for you The world turns The flame burns Bright and true Near and far Where you areGuiding you china bird The open skiesAre yearning for you If they say it's not that way Hold your view With
And I was late gettin' home, intoxicated
Fight with my old lady
she was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's animated
Motivate through you like a foggy mist
You can hold me in your chest-plate like that nitro hit
First Degree told me if the weed can toss
It'll talk some shit, gotta get me an underspot
make me a Hemp Museum like B-Legit
I'm tryin to bump my head on the moon
Live so high up in the mountains eatin' snake meat, fried raccoons
With a attitude I need food to eat up
smoke a fat blunt on my couch with my feet up
Top notch program, DOS mode indo 95 upgrade siccmade
Stay paid til the day on the ground, I'mma lay, I'mma stay loaded up
In my trunk I got the blow you up and it'll blow you up
And the count goes
[Brotha Lynch Hung sends out shout outs til the end]