feel my nature rize
Singer:brotha lynch hung
waitin' in your back seat
situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances
leave you in your front seat with your neck slit
now i'ma talk about the same dirty situation
that's why your casket is waitin'
shine your ass up like a triple gold dayton
when i'm in your town you better cut like walter payton
leave you on your front porch hangin'
with a note that's saying: 'sincerely
put your hands in your pocket
bandstandin' with the hand cannon
and that rolex in your hand
you gots to feel my nature rise
i can feel my nature rise
starin' at the marks that i despise
high style thoughts turn homicides
for tryna ride and get me
with a patched black mask
on the grass with a 50 caliber weapon
hangin' up over the door of the chev and causin' slaughter
sid's malt liquor be that motive when i be loaded off that water
saw the situation heavy rollin'
shotgun and a chevy that's stolen
strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly
i know there's a place for busta niggas like ya'll
but i heard it's pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall
too late for that 911 call
this murder's already in progress
home invasions like asian got me obsessed like a vietnam vet
as i kick through the front door
and lynch kicked down the back
you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded
cuz it ain't no tellin' when we comin'
sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the engine still
cuz real killers make them real quick get aways
spray the whole place and skirt
so please don't take this personal
it's just that murder's in my nature
that's what i've been searchin' for
cuz doin' dirt grows old when it's the same old thing
that's why i try to take my murders to the highest extreme
still hearin' the blood spillin'
it's just a little dream that i be havin'
i got a hard dick for killin'
protect your wife and your children
not quite knowin' about this nigga?
check your metro sections
then cross reference murders by streets and dates
and how many times niggas' hoes' got raped
the reason one time runs out of yellow tape
smokin' a bowl that i re-dust
open up your chest when i bust
cuz it's kill a nigga night
ain't no tellin' when triple 6 gets to shootin' up
movin' up your death date
it's way too late to wrestle
as i nestle the sword stoppers
split your ass open like pinata
loadin' up like a rotweiler
lining up like tyson snortin' cocaine powder
one wiff of that shit and i'm on cloud nine
don't trip if you ain't got no nuts
cuz i brought mine all buffed and shined
untouchable when i'm fuckin' full of that nitrate wine
that's when i bust on nineteen times and up
get your ass up on the floor
tryin' to catch me at that lateral
ain't no room to make mistakes
tuck my dick inside in the o-8
must of been the way the clip mate with the.45
ya'll niggas don't wanna feel my nature rise
shoot up shit with my clint eastwood
leave your neighborhood lookin' like a ghost town
you standin' on dangerous grounds
better have your automatics on loaded status
cuz me and my niggas be on the savage
not givin' ya'll niggas a inch
fry your guts like sizziline
have your homie reminiscing' about your gangsta lean
it ain't no fuckin' with my clique
i hope the dear lord bless you
ain't no one's nuts bigger
fuckin' with this swartzanigga
taggin' niggas like a pit bull with rabies
gone off 40 ounces of o.e. creepin' up on you
like doin' my magnum p.i. lazy eye with lil' blacc mile
smokin' a hard dick for killin'