Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics
Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics
"Hunta Killa lyrics"
A Quest For The Crown lyrics
Many men are sent on a questfor the crownsearching all corners of the great land.The minstrel tries to sing as beforebut the jester he laughs no moreMany men are sent on a mission of hopeasking fortune-tellers and the wise menwhere the royal crown is to be found,promissing rewards in silver, gold and poundsWhen the kind returns from the crusadesthere is no big welcome on the shore.As he h
Many men are sent on a questfor the crownsearching all corners of the great land.The minstrel tries to sing as beforebut the jester he laughs no moreMany men are sent on a mission of hopeasking fortune-tellers and the wise menwhere the royal crown is to be found,promissing rewards in silver, gold and poundsWhen the kind returns from the crusadesthere is no big welcome on the shore.As he h
[Lynch]
It's the Hunta Killa
Off of the 9 skrilla
Wit my nap sack fulla pilla
Nigga worst than the movie Thrilla and realla
Cause this is real life (that's right)
I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who?)
By the same nigga that took his wife
You know I come nutty stingin like syphillis
You can get your liver split
By your own bictch fuckin wit this
Stay drunk when I dip and ain't shit
I got vast amounts
Your ass'll count em when I'm shootin em down your bitch's mouth
(Cause this the) Hunta Killa deal a lot
And fuckin em shit shoes (wit the what?)
Wit the nine and watchin the bloody nut come out everytime
And you know it's mine
When I com through loomin
Wit the MK-1 and when they done they lookin like sushi (Raw!)
Wit the oozie I get the shit done
You know it's like velcro or polygrip
I stick
Trauma And Catharsis lyrics
Leading quiet lives of desperation, we maniacally cling to the unreal. Life pursues its stranglehold, upon us, its pain revealed. We, as a race, are frail and weak, crises leave us paralyzed. We strain to deal with what's thrown at us, we're therefore traumatized. Really, I speak for no one but me, And I am losing my grasp. On that which I must call "myself", This burden might be my last. Stranded and sinkin
to the shit that make you nut up wit your dome splitLeading quiet lives of desperation, we maniacally cling to the unreal. Life pursues its stranglehold, upon us, its pain revealed. We, as a race, are frail and weak, crises leave us paralyzed. We strain to deal with what's thrown at us, we're therefore traumatized. Really, I speak for no one but me, And I am losing my grasp. On that which I must call "myself", This burden might be my last. Stranded and sinkin
I want you to trip
And I'll be sittin right there wit the casket
(You know!) you was at the wrong place at the right time then you got blasted
(You hoe!) Hunta Killa in black mack-10 in the trunk with the slump
I'll hug you like mama
When I use it it gotta be because I be off that juicy shit
Not use to it I'm addicted to the siccness
Might flip this nigga shit frequently
Them young g's they wanna speak to me
(But what) but they don't need to be
I'll have they hat quick
Wit no pactice
Put you in the trunk wit the slump stickin em like a cactus
And I'm concentratin on stackin grip
I got's to hit you wit the slug
No love bitch ass nigga you know
It's Hunta Killa (that's realla)
Chorus: repeat 3X's
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin in the river
(Hun
Put Your Hands Up lyrics
You got a $100 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $50 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $20 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $10 dollar bill put your hands up Single ladies I cant hear you Singles ladies make noise Single ladies I cant hear you Single ladies make noise All the chicken heads be quiet x3 Fat man all the fellas sing along y'all I never knew there was that felt
a Killa! Killa!)You got a $100 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $50 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $20 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $10 dollar bill put your hands up Single ladies I cant hear you Singles ladies make noise Single ladies I cant hear you Single ladies make noise All the chicken heads be quiet x3 Fat man all the fellas sing along y'all I never knew there was that felt
Put you in duct! Put you in duct tape!
[Kyel]
Spent most of my time on the grind
In the bucket wit a loaded tech nine
On the corner lookin' out for the one time
And these niggas from the othaside tryin to take mine
Keep the heat on my waist line
Make bullets chase niggas and erase fake niggas
You can call me the grave digga
Money go-getta all about the skrilla
Cap pilla known for breakin in homes and gettin the goods
Cross the line of the mastermind mothafucka I wish you would
Got niggas in every hood and ready to go to war
I'm gettin paid the way I should so what the fuck you hatin for
Waistin time thinkin bout mine you should be gettin yours
You den put yourself in some deep shit
Now you hittin the floor when I come through
Kickin down your door like a predator
Spittin lyrics in metaphors
Jesusland lyrics
Take a walk out the gate you go and never stop past all the stores and wig shops quarter in a cup for every block and watch the buildings grow smaller as you go Down the tracks beautiful McMansions on a hill that overlook a highway with riverboat casinos and you still have yet to see a soul Jesusland Jesusland Town to town broadcast to each house, they drop your na
All you rap cats thinkin you the shitTake a walk out the gate you go and never stop past all the stores and wig shops quarter in a cup for every block and watch the buildings grow smaller as you go Down the tracks beautiful McMansions on a hill that overlook a highway with riverboat casinos and you still have yet to see a soul Jesusland Jesusland Town to town broadcast to each house, they drop your na
My game's 10 years ahead of yours
And I'm headed for the top
Lyrics don't never stop
So fuck whateva you talkin bout
I'm takin over shit and I'm settin up shop
Raisin niggas up out they spot
All you bustas gotta go
Now I'mma bust a bitch and let you know
We can tear and war wit these scary hoes
Wit a tech 9 to your dome
It aint shit for me to run up in your home
Wit the chrome take whateva the fuck I want then get gone
I was born to be a rida known as a balla shot calla
Leader of the pack
Ain't neva been no followa
Ain't neva been no busta
Dumpin on mothafuckas
Ain't neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova
I only fuck wit ridas and realas thug niggas drug dealas
All about the skrilla cemetary fillas
It's Hunta Killa (That's reala)
Chorus [3Xs]