Brotha Lynch Hung, Swartzaniggaz - Feel My Nature Rize lyrics

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 neck slit
Then I'm hittin' fences
Now I'ma talk about the same dirty situation
Shit you hatin'
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
Studio man keep tapin'
I got that bitch, she peratratin'
Show your whole family
Leave you on your front porch hangin'
With a note that's saying: 'sincerely
Swartzaniggaz'
Put your hands in your pocket, give it up
I demand I need my tweed, potent refer, man
Bandstandin' with the hand cannon
Split my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrill
And that Rolex in your hand, understand?
Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise

I can feel my nature rise
Starin' at the marks that I despise
Through evil eyes
High style thoughts turn homicides
You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me
Got some off, but none of them hit me
Now on a payback tip
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
We can go there
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, blastin'
And Lynch kicked down the back
Operation: Peel-a-cap
You fools shoulda already had
Your gats loaded
Cuz it ain't no tellin' when we comin'
Back streets
Sacs of weed get blazed as we
Gunnin' with the engine still
Runnin'
Cuz real killers make them
Real quick get aways
Spray the whole place and skirt
As quick as we can, we does our dirt
Whoever gets hurt, that's business
So please don't take this personal
It's just that murder's in my nature
So four years now
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
Make everybody scream, open up some spleens
Still hearin' the blood spillin'
It's just a little dream that I be havin'
Man, I love killin'

I got a hard dick for killin'
Southside villain
Protect your wife and your children
Feel my nature rise

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
Mr. No Prints
The reason one time runs out of yellow tape
Fuckin' with a half deck
Havin' niggas on hush
Smokin' a bowl that I re-dust
Open up your chest when I bust
So suit up, cuz it's kill a nigga night
Ain't no tellin' when Triple 6
Gets to shootin' up
Movin' up your death date
With a Tre-8 special
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
Pure dank sniffer
Some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differ
One wiff of that shit and I'm on cloud nine
Nigga, 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
Cuz I'm nuts, goin' out my mind
Few, there's no luck, you fucked
For life, for sho'
Get your ass up on the floor
Tryin' to catch me at that lateral
Slippin'
By my lonesome
But I'm on some, so who wants some?
Fresh out the gates
Ain't no room to make mistakes
Try to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hate
Tuck my dick inside in the O-8
Must of been the way the
Clip mate with the .45
No body, no case
Taste the meat, can't wait to eat
Keep the street dirty
Keep sturdy in your face

Ya'll niggas don't wanna feel
My nature rise
Cuz I get dirty
Shoot up shit with my Clint Eastwood
Leave your neighborhood lookin' like
A ghost town
Nigga
You standin' on dangerous grounds
When we come to Sac
Better have your automatics on loaded status
Cuz me and my niggas be on the savage
Leavin' no prints
Not givin' ya'll niggas a inch
Cuz I'ma lynch you
Fry your guts like Sizziline
Have your homie reminiscing' about
Your gangsta lean
Nigga, it ain't no fuckin' with my clique
You can dial 911, but it ain't no rescue
Man, I hope the dear Lord bless you
Next to this nigga
Ain't no one's nuts bigger
Clutch your guts nigga
Fuckin' with this Swartzanigga
Cuz I done lost it
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'