Lyrics Xcaliber - Brotha Lynch Hung

That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but the killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)

It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E
And C-A-R-I-double-O-E imported LTD
Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacket at
'Cause that's the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes
It was that pressure from the 20-gouge (that 20-gouge)
Felt like it 'cause your chest split wide open with it
Well, nigga you shouldn't went around talking that shit
'Bout the nigga that's my kin-folks
Should knew the real while you was giving up that infomation
I'll be of that Parry Mason

When I hit 'em all up, grip 'em all up, rip 'em, kill 'em all up, fill 'em all
Up, lick 'em, real 'em, deal 'em, dig a ditch give 'em hit a lick then take
The grip, put 'em in the back of the Cadillac
Show 'em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is lethal leave the whole town hella smokey
Like the bandits that stepping over dead people
It's like that and you wouldn't know it 'cause I'm 'a cool-ass motherfucker
Then dump with a gang of suckers
As I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper
Got a whole load full of Evian

And a trunk full of FO take Nos and I can't let go
Catch you at yo show slipping
Hoes tripping, rows ripping
In the street after I heat my heat off the hook with this siccmade shit
Straight made nigga
Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor
To the face nigga
Off the Thunderbird and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga
Split you head like a pineapple

Die natural!
Five at your dome send 'em home in a pine box
Lift you out your socks
Pay attention to the clock
Half past a niggas ass lay him in the grass take suitcase full of cash and mash
16 in the clip crumble the herb roll a spliff 'bout to watch your brain split in half
Bloody bath water and fried nigga nuts and bones
Located at home I think him name is Tyrone, but you know

That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but the killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)

You can call me black Saddam Hussein
Pump cyanide through my vein ass nigga
You can see me on the south side of the street

Marinated by the opposite nigga that flood the city
Get ready for something pretty if you sick like Frank Nitty
Sucked blood from my mommas titties instead of milk
Played murder music in my tape deck instead of Silk
End up killing one of them motherfuckers
So fuck them hoes, they're like rims
Have you killing niggas 'cause they got stole

Woke up at 3AM - got high 'til seven
Jump in what you call it heading towards heaven
With my 50 sack of some shit, that'll make you get there
About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty
I'm worthy strapped like James as ventured in this faulty game
In a mainframe, that I bucked in ruff terrain, then hit the plane
15 guts on a triple beam scale nigga
Actual contact from the strap that I hale nigga

That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but the killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)

They got this motherfucker twisted up
And from the sound of the barrel I got hella motherfuckers running up
What should I do about these fucking fleas?
Give 'em all they want and put they disease in they weed
Figure a way out this nigga I know you got me on file
But I got you on scanner so plan another way (another way)

Told me it was copasetic
But I catch you slipping like pimping
And shake and bake you like?
Hit your mind, burgundy slime drips
Time gets deeper as you meet the Grim Reaper
In the form of a Mann, double N
Them twin .45s got your brains leaking

I'm peaking
That's why these niggas wanna rip keep me
I'm rolling squeaky and what you want call it
With a .45 in my pocket and I'm a young alcoholic
Like P-Folks I had to make it happen
Sacramento's most wanted I gotta keep packing 'cause of that
My favorite cousin just got four years
And when his little brother died he showed me no tears

What's your point?
Point is shit gets deep as the ocean
Take a shiesty niggas blood and rub it on like lotion
It was like, once upon a time a long time ago
I was sticking 9 millis in a pussy hole
Get of the Ol 8 old murder more then I gotta go to a spot
Where they don't know I'm deleting niggas that be given up my info

That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but the killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)