Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung f Zigg Zagg - Bleeding House Mystery

 
[Verse 1 - Brotha Lynch] 
Must be some leakage in my click, some niggas done ran up in my shit 
Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin `em layin` in Ol 8 English piss 
Got me all stressin` and sick, pickin` up bodies `n draggin `em, body baggin `em 
Try`na get it all done before the wagon come stashin` them 
Aye put Scarface on the T.V, put the volume up to ten and a half 
That way when the police come, Al Pacino bustin` caps 
I got away with a killin`, it was self defence 
Had to rinse niggas off the hallway walls, send my hate out to all they dogs 
Yellin` like a psycho when I pulled it 
It was cuttin` every bullet plenty of full clips 
Fuck em, feed em tef` tips 
Got a tool kit, filled of kill em up shit 
I be puttin` niggas on the ground wid it, fuck niggas who ain`t down wid it 
They can hit the back door, see I`ma handle this 
I`m so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (?) shit 
If I gotta trip, I`ma heat ya and eat ya 
I swear I`m serious, herious, feriously hittin` chest plates 
I hit them niggas up quick and have it all cleaned up by the next day 
 
[Chorus - Brotha Lynch] 
See I was shootin` through the hallway 
Try`na hit everything in sight 
Thinkin` in my mind I knew this shit could happen one night 
Gotta hit that one right, when I hit that one left 
And I`m in the room fillin` up the wycelf, quiet steps - Boom! 
Muthafucka what`chu doin` here, don`t you know I got kids? 
Hold up, he ain`t dead yet, one mo` to the ribs 
Try`na get body parts to relatives, like nigga you don`t get it? 
I cut when I hit it, nigga nuts `n guts ripped when I did it 
 
[Verse 2 - Zigg Zagg] 
Night after night, I had another thought of destruction 
Until this evening, couldn`t believe it ran up in my home with the heat, buckin 
My baby`s watchin` it, front row seated, with the chrome to the (?) momma 
No pain right now, but later on down the line with the head drama 
Didn`t expect this to happen to me but this evening was heated 
When I walked outta the bedroom, witnessed `em flash by deep and all black eye ...(?) 
I mean five or six of `em, strapped, with the nine-milla to my face 
I (?) the hallway, backed up, and ran to the closet for the 12 gauge 
What could I do right now beside let it all surface 
Then come fuck up your shit on purpose, I got your whole system nervous 
But you lied to me compulsive, hit me the hardest like explosives 
into your underground Black Market recordin` shit, get focused 
Dis Siccmade, can`t nothin` possibly take that away 
But if you make me mad, I get that rage 
Inflict pain, then make arrangements 
Labelled the most wanted, the most dangerous 
Wake up out of a dead sleep, walkin` to the murder 
Then flamed the rush 
 
[Chorus] x1 
 
[Verse 3 - Brotha Lynch] 
See now it`s two weeks later, I had to cut like a cheese grater 
Did in all black like a Raider and hit niggas up like a pager, red beam laser 
My trust got all fucked up so now I`m watchin` the lights behind me 
Tuckin` the metal stuff, try`na get that shit behind me 
Testin` my ghetto luck, in the streets Zigg Zagg, my crimey 
We lookin` for that prime meat 
We lookin` for that man that plotted the crime to try to tie my 
life span, splatter my pipe dream 
Leave you stiff like a mic stand 
Yeah I`m the Burbank titan, whether you likin` it or not 
Grew up right out of 24th street, yeah some call it the block 
And when they first hit the locks, see I was shot 
All I saw was chrome and niggas in black ski masks, comin` in my home 
They try`na take my money, they try`na get paid, so I don`t blame `em 
But I wish I had the chopper to put the flame to `em 
But I didn`t, just a hand pistol, same doin`, bone gristle 
Came to `em, dumpin at shadows, and I was havin` shoot-out battles 
 
[Chorus] x2
 

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