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Brotha Lynch Hung - "Bleeding House Mystery"
Lyrics to Bleeding House Mystery : (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 Tryna 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 aint down wid it They can hit the back door, see Ima handle this Im so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (') shit If I gotta trip, Ima heat ya and eat ya I swear Im 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 Tryna 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 Im in the room fillin up the wycelf, quiet steps - Boom! Muthafucka whatchu doin here, dont you know I got kids' Hold up, he aint dead yet, one mo to the ribs Tryna get body parts to relatives, like nigga you dont 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, couldnt believe it ran up in my home with the heat, buckin My babys 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 Didnt 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, cant 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 its 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 Im watchin the lights behind me Tuckin the metal stuff, tryna 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 Im 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 tryna take my money, they tryna get paid, so I dont blame em But I wish I had the chopper to put the flame to em But I didnt, just a hand pistol, same doin, bone gristle Came to em, dumpin at shadows, and I was havin shoot-out battles [Chorus x2] [ Bleeding House Mystery Lyrics ]
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