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Brotha Lynch Hung - "Get Bacc Time"
Lyrics to Get Bacc Time : [Damn nigga what you been doin'] Im still walkin this walk nigga [Uh, heard that shit] So watch out [Verse 1] See you know us nigga, we run up in ya house Run up in ya room and put the gun up in ya mouth Next thing you know, you just one up in a pouch Thats what you fuckin wid when you come up in the South I spit slugs, I be off them drugs kick it wid thug niggas Plug niggas, with blood on the rug Nigga we got gut splitters and shovels we gravediggers Wid troublesome ways and we bubble some days and some days We shovel ya grave and we wrinkle ya page We got shooters on the team like the Lakers we post up And then bake em wid the toaster From long distance or close up We send em heat rocks, put em up under the sheetrock Cheap talk, makin all the streets hot With the heat from the glock and I pop holes in ya Chevy block And I pop those if ya ready or not get set go Burn you with the petrol, wet those niggas wid cold showers Crept on them niggas and they laid out wid gun powder Thats one route Im full of them scams Pull and advance through your livin room window Then Im leavin wid blood on my hands Im a nympho, murder ya kinfolks two to the temple Lay em on the ground from the five pound its that simple You know me nigga, I stay up in the cut Every chance I get I get way up in a slut Every once in a while I gotta touch a nigga up So I hit the bomb and split ya palm wid paper cuts Im a oven when it comes to this thuggin I spit fire Chop ya lil rhymes to bits, til Im tired of the ecstacy and yac and kool-aid nigga Im wired Im a sicc nigga I rip out ya bottom teeth wid the pliers And Im tired, of the rumors I disconnect, the tuner I hit ya neck wid the ruger and get respect this a shooter And ya knew the, shit like this, fool you better back up Tuck niggas up like buttercups somebody better get yo stuff [Hook] Cause its get bacc time Eye for an eye tooth for tooth This aint just no rhyme Somebody gotta die and thats the truth Ya shouldnta spit that line Now look at ya hidin in ya coupe Cause its get bacc time It aint gonna be us so its gotta be you Its like four plus four nigga This shit easy as addition To get back niggas and have em missin Wha-what what to strip wack niggas and have em drippin Plugged for crossin love when my thug bring yall the endin [x2] [Verse 2] Please believe it, it happens daily Make bitch niggas have my babies (then what') Fuck em in the ass give em rabies Tuck em in the grass Im off the shady O-eighty Wid the salt shaker tryna eat niggas up like Stanley Dean bacon killer slash make me shellin out She loves me loves me not, slugs be hot Run up in yo million dollar spot And get the, drugs and glocks and I leave the Bloody rug spots and I get the Money powder and the ice and Im from the Nutty Blocc hit the lights and Im bout to Get the kids and the wife and Im bout to Hold em hostage if I dont get what I want Cut em up in little sausages, wreckless how Lynch is You want no vengeance, my shit spit fine lines in yo extensions It grips like a tiger so it aint no sensin Tryna get away I been dyin to get a day to touch you up I mean hire motherfuckers thatll fuck you up Wire motherfuckers all for the wet I be shootin that twelve guage offa the steps Nigga off wid ya neck, ever since then, plottin ya death Get caught in your Lex take a quick wind get shot in the chest Get ya cops and the tec, cause ever since then Nothinll rest til they gettin locked in the pen Cockin a tec, poppin the gin, quick to hide til ya set See Im at it again not til ya sweatin Its not under ya neck its over ya head Its over ya dead stood over ya bed pointin a tec Four to ya head jumped in the Nova and fled Im like a motherfuckin gangsta Bitch ass nigga I cut off ya middle finger [Hook x1] [Verse 3] Like D-M-X Im a ruff ryder, leave ya tied up Wid ya nuts fried up Im the nigga that creep when its dark in the sky Parkin the ride and then dartin inside Ya spot wid automatic toys nigga this sparkin a riot Good shit better hide behind ya boys nigga add gas to the flames then blast at ya main land, switch ya whole game plan Leavin bloody stains and wid enough nigga nuts and guts and (Where') Bodies in the Hudson I keep it bustin and bustin Im the medicine man like Robitussin Hold ya huffin and puffin before I Split ya tongue wid the jack knife better act right and attack right now if you wanna get the Hung I split ya lung If you lookin for some of that sicc shit this the one If you lookin for some of that shoot em up kill em up better get ya gun, young ass rappers Im like R.Kelly I fuck the young in this rap game Cum on ya belly cum on ya tongue Shit Im one of the ones blowin you up eatin you up and then Throwin you up knowin you sucked big fat nut nigga [Hook x1] [ Get Bacc Time Lyrics ]
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