Brotha Lynch Hung Get Bacc Time Lyrics

Get Bacc Time Lyrics

[Damn nigga what you been doin'?]

I'm 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

That's 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

That's one route I'm full of them scams

Pull and advance
through your livin' room window

Then I'm leavin' wid blood on my hands

I'm a nympho, murder ya kinfolks two to the temple

Lay 'em on the
ground from the five pound it's 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

I'm a oven when it comes to this thuggin' I spit fire

Chop ya lil rhymes to bits, 'til I'm tired

of the ecstacy and 'yac and
kool-aid nigga I'm wired

I'm a sicc nigga I rip out ya bottom teeth wid
the pliers

And I'm ti