Brotha Lynch Hung Watta Lyrics

Watta Lyrics

[Brotha Lynch]

I'm the hardest nigga you never heard of

And I'm a
pro when it comes to these tools a four four

when it comes to these raw
venemous spit send him his dick

In a wool shoe package, peel back his cap
wid this automatic

Cold hefty and black shit I make a rapper disappear
like magic

It's Siccmade, all the way to the motherfuckin' casket

And six feet deeper, get these heaters right off the lips

I stack
chips and I, sip these litres on the hips

It's some shit that'll split ya
wig

You can't spit enough shit, that'll get ya big

Get the gig, you
pay him first then I'll lay him next

Niggaz be weak just like latex,
cheap as Tampax

I walk through the room wid a handful of anthrax

Shakin' niggaz hands, makin' niggaz dance like

Paula Abdul when I pull
out the tool

Ya kids get napped when I run out the school

Ya nig did
that, it's the motherfuckin' Lynch

Take a long barrel four four and run up
in ya bitch

Real shit, cause it turns me on and

What kind of shit do
these nerds be on and

What kinda clips should I put in this chrome four

What kind loopty-loop ya on

Pass me the Newport and let's get it on
like Marvin

I've been starvin' creep through the trees like Tarzan

Ya meat we carvin'



[Hook]

It's watta, watta, and ya know
I'm thirsty

And even though it hurts me

I stay blood thirsty for
watta, watta

Take it how you want nigga

So make it how you want
nigga

(x2)



[Luni Coleone]

You punk niggaz want war we
make shit happen

When it comes to the money drugs scrappin' and
cappin'

I'm a veteran and I bet when I pull my thang

You hoe niggaz
run faster than cut out segas

We some spiritual lyrical individuals
nigga

I ain