Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung - Stabbed lyrics

rate me

(feat. Tech N9ne & Hopsin)

Niggas in Sacramento don't want it with me

Tuckin' a fifty cal get me now I'm 5150

I bet a nigga won't try me I like to fry em up

Wine em up, bring em in front of me I'ma dye em up

I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy

And have her yellin' whats in the bag, I'm a tsunami

Niggas attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable

I'm back in the stable and I'm killin' crackin' an aggo, rrr

Madass, badass everybody be wanting to have that, na that

Giving em something to stab at, yeah that

I'ma be hunting their ass fat, brat brat

I'ma be something to deal with, real shit

See the only way I eat is if I kill shit

Me and Tech and Hopsin goin' to pop em

Put em right in the lake hey don't drop them

Hook:

Niggas about to get stabbed, grrr

Niggas about to get stabbed, rrr (x4)

[Tech N9ne:]

He said he wanted

K.O.D.

To come do this

Ok

People don't feel me I think I'm really Micheal Myers

You think its silly not giving a fuck until this psycho fires

When I go higher you said to me, why so you need a rifle, sire?

My pillies to kill ya man I'm illing to snipe your eye out

Light your fire, leave us, now he's after Jesus

Happy Holidays, I'm..

Oh what a teaser, he was not a bleeder

But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager, ha ha

Yeah I heard what he said

He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead

Burnt a nigga, served him the curb and they bled

With Bourbon, I swervedI put his hearse in the bed, cha cha

Yeah, you niggas gotta be kidding me not even hitting me

Bout to get your bodily stiff and they ought to be kissing me ass bad

That'll be sad, cause the nigga about to get stabbed

JAB!

Why do they persist Lynch?

When they know that we'll kill them all

Hook:

Niggas about to get stabbed, grrr

Niggas about to get stabbed, rrr (x4)

[[Hopsin:]

I was brought up as a man that loved to laugh, greeting everybody with a handshake, until I

Built a fanbase now I gotta deal with groupie niggas I run into every damn day, rampage

I swear to god I hope I don't leave a niggas rib cracked

How the fuck did they find out where I live at

Motherfuckers all up in my business every minute

When I be chillin' with women they be comin' up tryin' to chit chat, get back

Ooh shit what the fuck did I get into

No autographs I'm trying to chill with my friends dude

You don't surround me I can't move

Can't you see I'm trying to get to my vehicle please let the man through

I ain't feelin' no sorry, I

Finna to go hit up my nigga Lynch I'ma borrow a knife

And startle the lives of anybody bugging me

I don't know if I'ma kick em or cut em its hard to decide

I'ma start to devise a method of deadly weapons

No question about it, you run up

Then you gon to get a fight

Go step in the ring if you fools dare to

You gonna second guess on taking a picture with me cause you're to scared too

Alright, alright hold up my nigga

Whats up man

You that nigga hop right

Yeah

White contacts, skate wanna skateboard

Hey I gotta go real quick

Can I get a picture of you

Na man, get the fuck, get the fuck out of my face

Hook:

Niggas about to get stabbed, grrr

Niggas about to get stabbed, rrr (x4)

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