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Brotha Lynch Hung - "Break Ya Loccs"
Lyrics to Break Ya Loccs : (feat. Suspicion) [Lynch Talking] About to leave the studio its 9-11, 2002 Up in here wid my nigga C-O once again Ya know what Im sayin' And the motherfuckin bad news is What' Suspicion is back Ya know, here we go [Brotha Lynch Hung] I got that spit venom shit thatll wrinkle up ya denim shit Fuck them niggaz they all hoes I run up in them quick Turn em into statues, lead tattoos I stay Twenty four deep and bring niggaz the bad news like The Metro Section I spit petrol like gas nozzles Bang wid my thangs nigga, you the last models From the Garden to the creep module Im off the bottle makin money like I won the lotto You wanna follow wid ya tongue stickin out ready to lick these nuts Had a dream watchin me get out the four door to get these guts I spit flames, beat niggaz like Rick James get aim Cause like Pacs attraction I grip thangs And its hard and cold itll make ya heart a cold I sweat so much Im so hot, Im hard to hold And Ill tell you somethin else fool Suspicion for life Have you comin home from work late, missin ya wife And ya kids and ya cribs tore up, I leave ya ribs tore up Nuttin else better I do, than cut up cold cuts Im a meat eatin, skin collector been connected Wid some niggaz thatll cut you in the neck and leave you butt naked Layin dead in ya Lexus, what you doing' Fryin niggaz like they do out in Texas, Why' Lyin to niggaz cause they fakin the love You be the one takin the slug And you show me that you aint got no love for me Im done cuz [Hook] Niggaz that say they real fake as fuck Have you left set up dead in a vacant lot No matter what they can talk all that gangsta shit If ya gangsta walk still aint shit I break ya loccs and run up in yO shit [x2] [Suspicion] Look we roll shit blow shit, I been blue shit Old shit new shit, keep it true shit Always in a blue fit, and old school kicks Posted where they move bricks if it was me quick I sold shit stole shit, I had to move shit Old shit new shit, to keep a few chips Man my life wasnt nothin sweet At fifteen years old was livin out on the street With rocks between my teeth like where the fuck Im gon sleep Grandmomma dont want me and I aint seen dad for weeks And momma aint never been there for me Its like she probably never cared to shed a tear for me So now the whole worlds like a glare to me Through all these hard times can barely see prepared to leave But I dare one of these cats wid no haps for they fame This raps for the tracks yeh they wack but they flames Tryna dirty up my name, I leave em stained Gunshots to middle of they brain, I leave em drained Duck cops from here to the gate, I leave em dazed Bust shots at all of them cops this shit be crazed Cause fuck goin back to that place I take the grave Whether you see me go out ridin or as a slave Just look at how they got us, dealin wid drama Fuck it pour another shot of that Vodka load up the chopper [Hook x2] [Brotha Lynch Hung] Im young black shit wid mack shit In the back shit make em do back flips You must be off that crack shit Fuckin wid the tactics got spitz like a gat spit And Im gonna rip a nigga to bits for instance I burn incense and think about shit I dont need your ten cents juts break em right quick (then what') Shake em right quick (then what'), make em bite dick You suck lug nuts ya love nuts I plug stuff, cut guts up Ya tough luck punk, fuckin wid flames around gas Heat, enough heat to cook ya turkey fried deep like Louisiana blow sacks like Santana might Run up in ya spot with the dark blue bandana right Wid banana clips takin you out, run in ya house Let the nine milli cum in ya mouth Runnin the South like Cash Money I bang niggaz in the head you a crash dummy I mash niggaz [Hook x2] [ Break Ya Loccs Lyrics ]
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