Merry Clayton

Merry Clayton - Da Lynchin'

rate me

Shiiit, right back at cha'll again

(right back at cha'll)

This the one they call whody

(Stop saying whody and say Sporty(Records) boy

Shit ain't nothin' change like I told y'all anything you make

can and will be flipped against ya' you be exhibit three coming for me(like I

told ya'll be a man about it)

(like I do, I said ya' name boy, I said it)

Uptown section of the newspaper

Downtown as well

T-bone on the track

We raising hell

Chorus(Repeats)

{You got rope round' ya' neck(two rope sounds)

Duck Tape on ya wrist(tape stretching sounds)

Pistol whips to ya' skull(get em' get em')

Now here come my pist(pissing sound)}

Verse 1:

You tried *Guerilla Warfare*

Now try this killer wheel chair

Punk ya' hear?,Still there?

You get drilled and killed there

I gives a fuck about you bitches

Y'all just hot cause i'm cold

Look I been talking to you bitches

Ain't saw you on the street so

Juvenile I know ya'

B.G. don't make me come show ya'

I'd like to bling Lil' Wayne

I'd like to sting with rain

Bitch ya'll thank I can't prove it

Set the date and lets do it

Set cha' stage on fire and watch the wet boys run threw it

See Reggie be bustin' heads, Gansta bout busting heads,

K.C. be bustin' heads, Juvey be sucking heads

B.Geezy B.G. you's a junkie fo-sheezy

Boy ya' lips stay swole, black, sleezy and greasy

All that muthafuckin' reppin' on ganster murder weapon

You pimp ya whole fuckin' label, but ahh quiet as kept in

I got nothing but love for ya' baby

The way ya pimping ya artist through that dope got em' crazy

Yeah you sold dope all ya' life

Got pop, flip the script, started ratting thats trife

Chorus

Verse : 2

I can ganks and make a million

And P, but cha'll reppin' his muthafuckin' business in the streets

I don't hate cha' Baby it ain't that critical

I just flip ya' artist cause they pitiful

Junkies what they are

Drivin' nothin' but jive cars

Real soldiers behind bars

Wont say ya' name but they are

You like to rap' all day'

But bring ya' beef my way

You like to gamble? you was real?

Yo' Rolex, my cable bill

Up here nigga lets bet

I want even break a sweat

I'mma take ya' rolex the first round

Hot Boys gon' slip and get wet

Wan' say I'm thuggin' when I wasn't

Sayin' I got it when I doesn't

Look to me thats not helping

Claiming you rich when you not wealthy

Get cha' mind right Lil' Wayne

B.G. leave that shit alone

Pull ya' pants up on ya' ass and carry ya' young ass home

I'mma say it one more time

Bitch you gets no love

(Junkies is what junkies does)(distorted voice)

Boy I catch cha' slippin' i'mma beat cha' like a hoe

Have yo' friends peepin' that set in the metro

Girl that juvenile, you ain't know it he was on fire

Sporty done pressure-washed em', knocked black magic off his tires

Rest of y'all steal a car and come ride through my hood

So I can clean ya' Dirty World and super soak ya' goods

B. Geezy what chu' say you can't wait to see lil' L.Teeezy

Its a must I keep it real, you got that look thats easy

It's a dirty world and you bitches loosing

You can't do nothing about it cause i'mma keep you loosing

You can't make good songs cause i'mma do you wrong

I take ya' hit flip ya' shit and make my pockets strong

It's a dirty world and you bitches loosing

You can't do nothing about it cause i'mma keep ya' loosing

You can't make good songs, cause i'mma do ya' wrong

I take ya' hit flip ya' shit and make ya' move on

Yeah I see yo ass ridin' dirty up my block

But if you stop you get drop with the glock off top

I see you roll in yo compressor

I snatch that ass hot boys one lesser

I see you roll in yo compressor

I snatch that ass hot boys one lesser

Yes brah'

Chorus

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