Brotha Lynch Hung Break Ya Loccs Lyrics

Break Ya Loccs Lyrics

[Lynch Talking]

About to leave the studio it's 9-11, 2002

Up in here
wid my nigga C-O once again

Ya know what I'm 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 that'll
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

I'm 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 Pac's
attraction I grip thangs

And it's hard and cold it'll make ya heart a
cold

I sweat so much I'm so hot, I'm hard to hold

And I'll 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

I'm a meat
eatin', skin collector been connected

Wid some niggaz that'll 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 ain't got no love for me I'm 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 gang