Brotha Lynch Hung Maniac Ridaz Lyrics

Maniac Ridaz Lyrics

[Verse 1]



I'm gangsta steppin



Representin my block



Jokes be the name



702 comin through yo hood



Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain



All up in yo gang



I'm givin a fuck



I be the one thats gunnin for fun



Sin City gang with a ??



You can hang with the Sin City gang



Fuck no



I'm ridin dirty



With the heat in my hand



Stay bumpin when I'm swervin



All days to the curbin



Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin



I'm creepin and callin your homies 



Up on it and you callin for help



But nobodys there



Now I'mt he suspect of a bloodbath



And I left him dead cuz nobody cares



Joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that I go



Cuz a gangsta like me will bust back



And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast



Fuck that I'm ridin



Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes



And the briefcase right by my side



9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know



That all of my murderers 



Heard of this gangsta crackin necks



Runnin all night with a jet black 9



In a g-ride killin up your whole set



Givin a damn with a strap in my hand



Unloadin on every punto that I can



Fuckin up playas in Las Vegas



And erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch







[Chorus]



So know whatchu gon' do 



When we hit them sticks



And hit your block 



Like some maniac ridaz



So sick and do shit to you Ripley's wouldn't believe



We got some other sick tricks



Hidden up our sleeves



So just pass the liquor



Pass the weed



Pass us the PCP



And you gon' see



How we pull straps out of our hat and bust caps



And make you bitch ass niggaz take foreverlong naps







[Verse 2]



I twist 'em up like a tornado



Turned tasmanian



Crack a cranium



Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damian



Cuttin loose



I'm startin funk like Fox



Doom juice with doom roots



I'm rippin fruit loops apart



I'm infested with the doom



Infected with the plague



Got a bitch to lick my wounds



My enemies is dead



Pay attention, then I rinse down with siccmade niggaz



That'll kill a bitchmade nigga



Twist 'em like a french braid nigga



Jump on the place



I'm meetin Osama Bin Laden



You betta jump on your cellular phone



And call your mama



Cuz aint nobody gon' make it home



It's all drama



As I parachute out that motherfucker



I yell geroni-MO



But you don't hear me though



At 30,000 feet up in the air it's impossible



See I'm that nigga



That'll land in a bitches yard



Dick hard enough to cut through



A pack of glass and in barge



And get my fuck on



Up in her crib



I don't need her permission



Cuz I aint gonna let her live



I stay sick with it



And come equipped with it



After I finish with that bitch they know Eklypse did it







[Chorus]







[Verse 3]



I'm fresh out the county jail



Just graduated from an anger management program



I like to punish niggaz



Slow your roll like a traffic jam



It's that nigga with a frown turned upside down



I keep it rough nigga style



I walk the walk 



I talk the talk



It aint that punk David Banner



It's the motherfuckin hawk



Chokin bitch niggaz out



But I keep it gangsta with the sawed-off



Your body hard off



Your motherfuckin face be tore off



Gotta keep it gangsta



Because we dog bitch niggaz



Got itchy fingers



Along with triggas that'll scratch em



And load 'em up unload 'em 



And let bitch niggaz have it



Ghetto savage



My claws 3 loaded automatics



That'll rip your ass like Wolverine



When I'm on that OE and Listerine



A grousome scene



Send him home and get shot in the neck



Have your bitch ass smokin a stick



Just to deal with his death



Now 1 plus 1 equal 2



Thats what I assume



And many bitch niggaz hang with other bitch niggaz



I got him now I'm comin after you



I put it in and do him



So hop your bitch ass in this effect



Make no mistake



Yeah nigga you dead



I take his soul across the foggy lake



No escape



Bing the chalk



And the yellow tape



It's just another flat-footed cop



Closin a bloody murder case



I aint playin no games



And I aint speakin in riddles



But you niggaz is sweet and colorful



Like a bag of skittles



All about my skrilla and bits



Always pack pistols



It's kinda mystical



And thug niggaz appear like ninjas



Off my gangsta whistle



Apocolyptic season if the sickness



You must forget



I reveal the strongest weakness



When I hit yo block and leave you wicked



Some niggaz call me a demon



Cuz I see the future livin grousome



Creep up on a snake ass nigga like an eagle



Sin City Dark angel