Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics

Album: Loaded

One Mo Pound Lyrics

1st verse 

(Brotha Lynch Hung) 

I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd thus far 

you can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car 

so I don't have to say that I'ma super star 

but if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are 

well I got medevil but I had to leave'em weak niggas alone 

situation dirty skweaky clean brotha lynch hung 

That's right I gots to have my weed lord knows I'ma feind 

bitch nigga don't respect me 45 for the peicsh nigga please 

I been spendin "G's" hold up nigga freeze 

come up off that weed cause you den fucked around and went up on me 

I want the whole zip lock full of shamrock 

and if you ditch it in yo pocket I'ma heat the heat and leave you in a 

meat lock 

now thats my knock heats to the side wit the mask on 

I'ma give you 15 percent so if you need to get yo blast on 

and that's a fat zone thats's a good start 

you can sac off in the sevice take it to the heart 

I'ma lil nigga thinkin big 

cut off yo nuts and leave you screamin like a starved pig 

hold you hostage in yo crib 

plan the whole stuation out so I got first dibs 

now bigga than life is how I comin out 

rigorous and vigorous you niggas know what I'm talkin bout 

I want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so fetish 

and I'ma gonna break through like Jerome Bettis pro status 

all this time I got ryhme on my mind every dime 

I spend it on some weed and some studio time 

drink O-E out the mickeys big mouth 

my point is I be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out my house 

(Brotha Lynch Hung talking) 

You know I push I push play on brain one day 

and it played back some shit some shit containing (some shit 

containing) 

snakes (snakes) 

I mean talk to me (serpants) 

2nd verse 

(Brotha Lynch Hung) 

I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd thus far 

you can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car 

so I don't have to say that I'ma super star 

but if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are 

nigga now I shit lyrics but I can't use'em 

have yo son trippin Brotha Lynch Hungs loopin (loopin) 

they be off that bottle talkin bout Brotha Lynch be talkin bout 

sicc shit I herd he ate his mama out 

now how this motherfucker gone write some shit bout the Brotha Lynch 

Hung 

cause he killin in his song 

he say that nigga shit tight but he ain't shit 

he say god is my witness I herd he fuck them bitches 

which is suppose to be wrong criticizin my love song 

you get the rope fuckin wit the Brotha Lynch Hung 

wrong information make atemadation 

catch you on yo weed high (catch you on yo weed high) 

tow you up like a pitch been 

feelin dick hard when you betta get yo bitched in it gets thin 

and I'm off this Black &Mild shit 

Tall Cannon told me its smooth and now I'm buyin boxes of it 

tryin to relax and deal wit these taxes 

cause they be at my checks wit them axes twenty sac's 

in the back seat I'm licenseless 

hope motherfuckin baby mama ain't no shisty bitch 

she wanna publish ah-ight thats cool 

she want some other shit get that hydro tube 

niggas always think I talk about'em because I talk shit 

My worst nightmare was killin my bitch for tryin to get my grits 

I'm like Marc Spits I swim a channel for my shit 

and watch your heart split I'm doing damage to yo bitch (doing damage 

to yo Bee-yotch) 

and whlie your heart switch 

you betta remember where you came from bitch 

(another voice) 

Know what I'm saying can't even get caught up-nitro hit 

staring at the holic til they got'em on sicc 

is ya'll niggas really even listening 

for real doe is ya'll niggas even really listening 

whatever the fuck whatever the fuck