Break Ya Loccs
Brotha Lynch Hung/Suspicion
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'Bout to leave the studio, it's 9/11
2002, Up in here with my nigga C.O. once again
You know what I'm sayin'?
And the motherfuckin' bad news is (what?)
Suspicion's back, you know?
Let's go
Here we go, I got that
Spit venom shit, that wrinkle up your denim shit
Fuck them niggas they all hoes, I run up in 'em quick
Turn 'em into statues, lead tattoos I stay
24 Deep and bring niggas the bad news
Like the metro section, I spit petrol like gas nozzles
Bang on my thangs nigga, you the last model
From the gardens to the creek module, I'm off the bottle
Makin' money like I won the lotto, you wanna follow
With your tongue stickin' out ready to lick these nuts
Had a dream watchin' me lean out the four-door to get these guts
I spit flames, beat niggas like Rick James
Get aimed, cause like posse traction I grip thangs
And it's hard and cold, it'll make you hard and cold
I sweat so much I'm so hot, I'm hard to hold
And I tell you somethin' else fool, Suspicion for life (that's right)
Have you comin' home from work late, missin' your wife
And your kids and your crib's tore up, I leave your ribs tore up
Nothin' else better I do, then cut up cold cuts
I'm a meat eatin', skin collector, been connected
With some niggas that'll cut you in the neck and leave you butt naked
Layin' dead in your Lexus (what you doin'?)
Fryin' niggas like they do out in Texas (why?)
Lyin' to niggas cause they fakin' the love
I'll be the one takin' a slug and you show me that
You ain't got no love for a young thug, cuz
Niggas that say they real, fake as fuck
Have you left set up dead in a vacant lot
No matter what they can talk
All that gangsta shit, even gangsta walk still ain't shit
I'll break your locks, run up in your shit
Niggas that say they real, fake as fuck
Have you left set up dead in a vacant lot
No matter what they can talk
All that gangsta shit, even gangsta walk still ain't shit
I'll break your locks, run up in your shit
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