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Inhale With Da Devil - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(Devilish Moans) (Deep Inhales) Lynch: Hey who tha Fucc are you? Devil: Aw shit, dont you know devils dont die so im bacc in this muthaf**ka you know? Lynch: Nigga, nigga fucc you, but umm, when i shot"

Trouble - Brotha Lynch Hung

"I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble Packin a Smith & Wesson Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin You can tell that I'm evil By the arch in my eye bra But I aint got no pitchfork I stick niggaz with"

Die, 1 By 1 - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(chorus) x2 Die!!!, I choose before you One by one we will pick you You will die!!! (f**k it....psychological) Verse one: Siccmade music comin up out yo seat Catch the reeper night crawler creeper Dig"

Heatas - Brotha Lynch Hung

"They told me to get my heat so I got mine them mothaf**kas that made that hit Now we only got the mini mack in the trunk sawed off and the 45th but im Confident that we handled funk like mothaf**kin g's"

X-Caliba - Brotha Lynch Hung

"That motherf**ker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre Wit the"

Situation - Brotha Lynch Hung

"(Lynch): The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that Shamrock Zip"

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"

Went Way - Brotha Lynch Hung

"Two years ago, a friend of mine told me to write me a tight ass rhyme and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say the rhyme is tight and it went this way And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled"

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"

Hunta Killa - Brotha Lynch Hung

"It's the Hunta Killa Off of the 9 skrilla Wit my nap sack fulla pilla Nigga worst than the movie Thrilla and realla Cause this is real life (that's right) I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who?) By"

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