My Papers - Brotha Lynch Hung
I used to push 24 Deep in '92 like coc*ine
Had them gangsta niggaz railed up doin' it wit no name
Stayin' at the roach motel
2 for 2 chesse hamburger deals
Doin' shows in broke down clubs just to get a meal
I'mma keep it real it was all
Skillz that payed your bills
And the fact that you don't pay niggaz
That sh*t going to get you killed
But don't worry about me partna
Like I said I'm already dead I hold this infared point
Blank range steadily at your head
Cuz I'm a blocc ni**a you know what happens
When you fucc wit us
We cut your tongues off switch niggaz
And stuff bloody'em up
Run up in the cut and fucc it rough
You up and put you up
These broke niggaz don't give a mothafucc
I want that meal ticket and
We'll never kicc it cuz you funny styles
Still won't fucc wit you even
If you gave me my money now
Funny how ridaz get bought up you
About to get caught up like Bo King
You be gettin' niggaz thats why you got no team
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
So fucc your record company I'mma 'bout to blast off
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
Fucc your record company I'm about to blast off
I was young dumb full of cum full of O E and Rum
Spittin' chunccs of meat all heat
Always givin' where I from in every verse 24 Blocc
Like I don't give a fucc
Suppose to be in the studio but I'm somewhere
Drunk fuccin' up
Blacc Too Short I ain't trippin'
Used to be a record thing now it's a new sport
Put your clip in
I heard you be dreamin' about niggaz in ski
Masks with bottles of blacc molasses
Ran up your pad quicc
Woke your a** up wit the magnum
I could of been platnium
A loc went bad when you jacc'd him
You get'em old like Carl Weathers you ain't
Got no Action Jackson
I'm mirror watchin' when I'm paccin'
Ni**a give me my sh*t
You the type of ni**a that pay for hits
I don't pay for sh*t
Cuz I'm broke you wanted it that why for some reason
Couldn't find you for nuttin' ever since
I did Season Of Da Sicc
Picc'em off like Deion everything you see me on
Is stolin' in your life pure witta colon
Serious until it's over
I'mma always be at that a** witta butcher knife
Askin' where you put your wife
And why did I took your life
Houses got bought up you about
To get caught like Bo King
You be gettin' niggaz that's why you got no team
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
Fucc your record company I'm about to blast of
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
So fucc your record company I'mma 'bout to blast off
Sh*t is gettin' to the point where
I'mma smash on everbody
And it's gettin' to the point where
I don't fucc wit nobody
Beleive it I tucc the ol'
Shotty in the glove compartment
Hit the town in if he start sh*t
I spark sh*t that heat you up cool you off sh*t
Those old joints you remakin' homes
I'mma get my profit
We struggle for years on the we can rap it out
If you shows I pull the tec and take you out
It the cut and lay low until I get my sh*t
Interrupt your day with fadeo'z
Put 44 holes in your windpipe
They know I'm sicca than sicc when I split your sh*t
Leave you coughin' up liver bits
Fuccin' niggaz to get your grip it ain't safe
Ni**a where was you faith we could of blow up
You better watch how you do stuff
Can't wait fot the new stuff
It's called Lynch By Inch
I put your b**ch on the ground
I say where's the money
Swiss count b**ch damn that ni**a tryin'
To get me for my papers
Bam hit her witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
So fucc your record company I'mma 'bout to blast off
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
Fucc your record company I'm about to blast off
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
So Fucc your record company I'mma 'bout to blast off
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
Fucc your record company I'mma 'bout to blast off
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
Ni**a Fucc your record company I'mma 'bout to blast off
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
Fucc your record company I'm about to blast off
Damn
Niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Damn niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Niggaz tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Damn