Brotha Lynch Hung - Heataz lyrics

rate me

(feat. First Degree, Polo, P-Folk)

[First Degree:]

The evil that men do got me servin' heaters

Morphin' them body bleeders into believers

Had these bitches bringin' me cleavage and cannibis-sativa

Big leaguers, wide receivers, we quivers off malt liters

So lead us to the cheap shit, got more close so I could reach it

Need it in the jungle, humble man gone too soon, wasn't ready for the rumble

So I disperse my seasoning, pleasing when I get to reasoning

Like soul cleaner, when did it, when did it get to heatin' up?

Fuck, fuck, another fuck, fuck the bitch and they stuck

Fuck till they brains stuffed, then changed they demeanor,

after sticking in vagina

Turn a perfect stranger into my part time personal rump ranger

Workin' the night shift, temporary employment, ya mind says fight it

But your emotions is delighted,

and thats what runs you sensitive bitches and niggas

Get ran for a loop, my heat is a muthafuck, First Degree

Oh First Degree so bound to the city,

sittin' high lookin' down next up to the climax

Stayin' deliciously loaded, quit my fry, Mr. Hot burnin' flesh

Got that THC marinatin' in my chest, that stays I guess

So I'm approachin' this light shit, and heatin' it beautiful

I'ma tokin' this wide stick, hittin' plentiful

Huh, huh, huh, tryna make my dollar

[Polo:]

I got somethin' for your mask

This shit here is hard to swallow

Could be hazardous to your health

Fully equipped to leave your insides hollow

Ziplock lips and listen

I'm on a mission, switchin' positions

In case of accidental consumption

Dilute with 2 cups of milk and contact your physician

Heated and hanged, who am I? Trigger Man, suspect number one

I let loose, do not induce vomiting, or you throwing up your lung

Dialing 9-1-1, it's flammable, uncontainable

You die by the superfly when I spy, flip and grip, changeable

Specially formulated to have all costs regulated

And also the ones that participated in playing bitch games,

and plain playa hatin'

5 foot 6", sick hogg and all about mines

Dead bodies don't talk, kill 'em, tape and chalk

So if you fall short....flatline

Nigga, when you near give me adequate ventilation

Avoid physical contact and inhalation

Facial premeditation can lead to skin and eye irritation

Does that exlude a bitch, Boot town boot up, shoot up shit

Never water based, straight laced to your face

With no nurse or first aid chase, no after taste

Now brace yourself for the hand that rocks the cradle

Nigga them conversations lead to sticky situations that sometimes turn fatal

Hogg translation: Blew yay up straight with this heated association

Illustrations,

picture yourself in a body bag wearin' them closed casket decorations

I got a house full of heaters and liters of gas to light up that ass

And it's mandatory, too short for long conversation

No pre-animation, no nuts, no glory, no witness, no story

Makin' derogatory statements with my stainless

Slugs with names signed in blood, individuals stuffed up the anus

Dangerous, aimin' for your body

Almost definitely pull that for hand to hand combat karate

It's some a that southern young fool

[P-Folk:]

Now what's up? I look in the rearview mirror

Chevy Astro van's suspicious

Usin' my brain, beware of the game

Suspects might be thinkin' I'm fakin'

It's a habit to be caught with and without

Reachin' up under my seat to grab my piece

And the chamber done gauged a round

Turn a beat down, put it in first gear, slow pace

Thinkin' that I might be paranoid

Effects from the filthy re-chronic blunt that I just smoked with my boys

Sped ahead, hogg check, all red til' I'm dead

And I'll be damned if these niggas try to make me, P-Folk, brake bread

I'm tied up to it, I'm dread,

like it said 'you live by the sword, you die by the sword'

These niggas don't know they got a one way ticket home to the Lord

So bullets will spray, be up and out the situation

And since it's a jack move, my objective is I gotta take 'em

Roll 'em outta the mainstream

How they warped thinkin' they been ejected all up in my section

Make a left down El Cord, toward northern direction

Viewer discretion, preparation for a justified homicide

These niggas know they ain't no friend of mine, (check they self)

Caught up at a red light

Grippin' this trilli, thug from Hollis with nuthin' to prove

Come here ruge, enemies hoppin' up out the low, P-Folks refuse to lose

Split ones wig with the zig, evidently he didn't see my third eye

The second suspect tried to hit P-Folk from the blind side

Exchangin' round for round, look like a match, the lead sped out the strap

One enemy down, two enemies gone, hollow point penetration to the back

The villain defeated, the driver retreated and his partna leaded

Jack got cracked in the mask, for sho' I'm heated

[Lynch:]

They told me to get my heat, so I got mine

Them muthafuckas done made they hit

Now we only got the mini Mack in the trunk, sawed off pump and the .45th

Confident that we handle funk like muthafuckin' g's

So all you bitches and snitches get ditches when my trigger finger itches

It's viscous, for some reason I'm still in that season

All them other muthafuckas done left, smother muthafuckas to death

Other muthafuckas done slept long

Hit off the kryptonite and get gone

Hit 'em up two in the dome, visit your funeral home alone

Had love for them once when this shit got grim

Killin' me softly, it's costly, check the chin, hit the Henn and then bend

One dial 1-800 Old Gold

And you picture me surrounded by fifty pounds of brown meat

Grade A beef, it ain't cheap

I got that shit that'll make them weak minds upchuck

Upchuck your guts and I'll have your nuts, wassup?

You was locked down, so I fucked your bitch

Gave you that syphilis dick, looped the music, made slick throats slit

Trump tight murder on sight, split ya dome, hit ya home at night

Move in the dark with infer-red light

You die, then I'ma do your wife

I'ma leave you hangin' on your doorstep

Have your wife ass butt naked, razor blade razed from the ass to the neck