Brotha Lynch Hung - Bleeding House Mystery lyrics

rate me

(feat. Zigg Zagg)

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch]

Must be some leakage in my click, some niggas done ran up in my shit

Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin 'em layin' in Ol 8 English piss

Got me all stressin' and sick, pickin' up bodies 'n draggin 'em, body baggin 'em

Try'na get it all done before the wagon come stashin' them

Aye put Scarface on the T.V, put the volume up to ten and a half

That way when the police come, Al Pacino bustin' caps

I got away with a killin', it was self defence

Had to rinse niggas off the hallway walls, send my hate out to all they dogs

Yellin' like a psycho when I pulled it

It was cuttin' every bullet plenty of full clips

Fuck em, feed em tef' tips

Got a tool kit, filled of kill em up shit

I be puttin' niggas on the ground wid it, fuck niggas who ain't down wid it

They can hit the back door, see I'ma handle this

I'm so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (?) shit

If I gotta trip, I'ma heat ya and eat ya

I swear I'm serious, herious, feriously hittin' chest plates

I hit them niggas up quick and have it all cleaned up by the next day

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch]

See I was shootin' through the hallway

Try'na hit everything in sight

Thinkin' in my mind I knew this shit could happen one night

Gotta hit that one right, when I hit that one left

And I'm in the room fillin' up the wycelf, quiet steps - Boom!

Muthafucka what'chu doin' here, don't you know I got kids?

Hold up, he ain't dead yet, one mo' to the ribs

Try'na get body parts to relatives, like nigga you don't get it?

I cut when I hit it, nigga nuts 'n guts ripped when I did it

[Verse 2: Zigg Zagg]

Night after night, I had another thought of destruction

Until this evening, couldn't believe it ran up in my home with the heat, buckin

My baby's watchin' it, front row seated, with the chrome to the (?) momma

No pain right now, but later on down the line with the head drama

Didn't expect this to happen to me but this evening was heated

When I walked outta the bedroom, witnessed 'em flash by deep and all black eye ...(?)

I mean five or six of 'em, strapped, with the nine-milla to my face

I (?) the hallway, backed up, and ran to the closet for the 12 gauge

What could I do right now beside let it all surface

Then come fuck up your shit on purpose, I got your whole system nervous

But you lied to me compulsive, hit me the hardest like explosives

into your underground Black Market recordin' shit, get focused

Dis Siccmade, can't nothin' possibly take that away

But if you make me mad, I get that rage

Inflict pain, then make arrangements

Labelled the most wanted, the most dangerous

Wake up out of a dead sleep, walkin' to the murder

Then flamed the rush

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch]

See now it's two weeks later, I had to cut like a cheese grater

Did in all black like a Raider and hit niggas up like a pager, red beam laser

My trust got all fucked up so now I'm watchin' the lights behind me

Tuckin' the metal stuff, try'na get that shit behind me

Testin' my ghetto luck, in the streets Zigg Zagg, my crimey

We lookin' for that prime meat

We lookin' for that man that plotted the crime to try to tie my

life span, splatter my pipe dream

Leave you stiff like a mic stand

Yeah I'm the Burbank titan, whether you likin' it or not

Grew up right out of 24th street, yeah some call it the block

And when they first hit the locks, see I was shot

All I saw was chrome and niggas in black ski masks, comin' in my home

They try'na take my money, they try'na get paid, so I don't blame 'em

But I wish I had the chopper to put the flame to 'em

But I didn't, just a hand pistol, same doin', bone gristle

Came to 'em, dumpin at shadows, and I was havin' shoot-out battles

[Chorus x2]