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Naked Cheese - Brotha Lynch Hung

"Chorus x1 (Lynch) I run through ho's like pounds of weed sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50) and all these years i cant believe somebody put they paws in my naked cheese. Thats why i... run through"

Dogg Market - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(snoop) I'm in a murderous-mental mind state, monopolizin on 'em Enterprise with homicide, rock this dope and cut them corners (corners) Worldwide, visualize, two young killas on the rise Ain't that a"

Walkin' 2 My Funeral - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(Brotha Lynch Hung) creeping in the dark with a nine and a four O 5 O 12 O clock so I creep slow duece fo homies know I just cant claim so I stay neutral pack me some ammo and a fothamukin fo fo cant pack"

Rest In Piss - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(Brotha Lynch) Yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker For the 9 whatever the fuck You know I ain't dead yet I'm with my real loc niggas I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gates Load"

Every Single Bitch - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(Intro: Clip from a Movie) Your gonna have a bank roll so big when you walk down the streets its look like yo' pockets got the mumps I aint never had those kinda mumps now remember a pimp is only as"

Feel My Nature Rize - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(Lynch): Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise Situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances Leave you in your front seat with your"

Secondz Away - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(First Degree): Shit done changed, the strip got bigger To make my ends I got the wheel and the trigger I get my swerve on with the 80 P liquor The liquor bring out the nigga in this nigga Got me huntin'"

Thatz What I Said - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(lynch): Now I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin' Get away clean with the scheme glock 17 in my lap As I creep away in the black cadillac 'cause"

Did It And Did It - Brotha Lynch Hung

"Lynch): I feel my nut sacs loadin' up Get off the freeway at Broadway with saccage like a muthafucka Gots to parlay, I was off that Alize like everyday I was on stuck, hoes ain't shit So I fucked that"

Lose A Hoe, Gain A Hoe - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(Brotha Lynch Hung) yeah and ya don't stop the Brotha Lynch in the house ya don't stop yeah and ya don't stop hoes keep giving up that cock cuz every nigga got a hoe oh and every hoe is a bitch so I let"

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