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Brotha Lynch Hung - "Welcome 2 Your Own Death"
Lyrics to Welcome 2 Your Own Death : As I bail through the woods of the southside Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch When I peel a dome and bail Gone like hell right through the do Im rollin a fat sack of red boogy boo, nigga ooh Watch me bail nigga but you dont see me though Cause Im rollin fat sacks in the back of my vehicle But takin a puff of the dank stuff and enough that double O-A-E dooz me Im slowly loadin up the oozy Well now whos he Well its that dead motherfucker doe Well whatcha know comin through with that murder mo And I heard you know now whose been bustin up on the garden block You either give up the information, nigga I get shots, so nigga nah WHAT! I guess you wanna dose of this milla Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, infact Im just a mack ten Bustin em at your chin before I crept nigga Welcome to your own death [Chorus x6] Nigga welcome to your own death (BUCK! For them who dont know bout loc to da brain Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) [x2] So niggas miss my sicc Some niggas dont know me, niggas dont know my click That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of shit Plus many more caps bust Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back So niggas done load them nins and pull them high jacks And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up Tack one up for loc to the brain Them niggas that really dont give a fuck Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut So nigga now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I rips for Creepin up in a six four impala Mobbin a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin Leavin you walkin to your funeral low Diggin' yo smoke from the mack 1-0 I had ya pussin just in case I got me a mack eleven for your face thats leavin no trace Caps leavin a gate and puttin holes in a niggas neck So watch the reeper when I creep crept Welcome to your own death [Chorus x6] When I hit the block with a nine Them fools better be duckin My nigga duck got out the car and started buckin at niggas runnin untraceable gage shells Only worriers goin to hell And 5-0 they just cant swoop See cause we mobbin too well My murder file done pile more than a nigga expected See cause have of the city of Sac still aint accepted That Im a pack and when Im sweated Ima put in work Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt And Im tired of warnin a motherfucker about a nigga like me When its hard to believe the nine millimeter comin out my pants gonna make you dance See thats the city and its making a motherfucker stress Gotta watch your back like 24-7 unless you wanna be livin the rest of your life Up in a cemetery die nigga die youll repeat until youre buried That nine millimeter givin no motherfuckin respect Up on your back with your last breathe Welcome to your own death [Chorus x6] [ Welcome 2 Your Own Death Lyrics ]
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