Brotha Lynch Hung Bleeding House Mystery Lyrics

Bleeding House Mystery Lyrics

f/ 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 



Try'na 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 ain't down wid it



They can hit the back door, see I'ma handle this 



I'm so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (?) shit



If I gotta trip, I'ma heat ya and eat ya



I swear I'm 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



Try'na 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 I'm in the room fillin' up the wycelf, quiet steps - Boom! 



Muthafucka what'chu doin' here, don't you know I got kids?



Hold up, he ain't dead yet, one mo' to the ribs



Try'na get body parts to relatives, like nigga you don't 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, couldn't believe it ran up in my home with the heat,
buckin



My baby's 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



Didn't 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, can't 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 it's 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 I'm watchin' the lights behind me 



Tuckin' the metal stuff, try'na 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 I'm 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 try'na take my money, they try'na get paid, so I don't blame 'em



But I wish I had the chopper to put the flame to 'em 



But I didn't, just a hand pistol, same doin', bone gristle



Came to 'em, dumpin at shadows, and I was havin' shoot-out battles







[Chorus] x2