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fundamentals of ripgut cannibalism (outro) - brotha lynch hung lyrics

hit the dank n took my glock off lock
n on, to the 21st block
im rollin in a drop top
fever zero that black criminal
mac mac n-gg- that pop pop
a couple of rounds n when i test’em
ey f-ck a smith n wesson
i got my 9 at my chest n
i got my dime bag of stress weed
a 40oz of oe n
im creepin up on some n-gg-s in a mobb n a n-gg- claimin og (pop)
-something i cant understand-
so wrap that n-gg- up
put’em in a herse n im hittin 50
goin sideways to the next light
you know
n i hit that corner of 24th street
some n-gg- be nuggin lynch
n i aint fittin to get got
ima shoot before im shot
for the fact that im smokin up this:
double u- double e d(weed)
reachin in the glove box
for the welfare weed thats fillin a n-gg-‘s sock
so its like
dead bodies in an oldsmobile
while im skirt past the corner with an empty 9 and some burban
right
i just adjust to the fact that n-gg-s aint got no hope
im fillin’em up with 16
and lettin em know:

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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