Brotha Lynch Hung, Zigg Zagg - Bleeding House Mystery lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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