Brotha Lynch Hung, C-Bo - There It Is lyrics
[Brotha Lynch Hung, C-Bo - There It Is lyrics]
This song is dedicated to the niggas that
Be bumpin gums and talkin shit
Behind a nigga back knowing
I can't defend myself
If you trippin
Oh if you trippin then it must
Be you I'm talkin bout
And if it ain't you... don't trip
Drop niggas like bad habits that's the truth
Mutha fuckas be runnin around actin
Like they bullet proof
How could I trust you when you
Couldn't bust two slugs for me?
Talkin bout you thug homie you really
Ain't got no love for me
Anyway what you do for me?... Nuttin
You won't let the 45 keep buckin what
You talkin bout in yo stuff?
You don't live no where near gangsta street
And if I wanted to I could
Take out some of yo teeth
And for the rest of my life have beef
And you know what I do with meat
Known to cheat
Creep from the back in the Cadillac Seville
Pull out the strap and the tack to peel
And if it don't happen I'm keep doin
Music and talkin shit about you
Never even mention yo name
'cause it'll all come out you
A bitch ass nigga
You live yo life all secluded
If I wasn't around you wouldn't do shit
Talkin bout you jack niggas
Put him in the back with a
Blue rag around they snuggle
Used to have a huddle of Sicc Made
Niggas now it's only me to rumble
Eat em up like gumbo don't
Trip how could I know?
I was so comfortable you took
Advantage of the whole
Situation all that shit you makin
It was cause of me
We was cool for all those years but
I was blind and couldn't see
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Couldn't have is way so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own do
It all alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own do
It all alone he was dipped
This some fake nigga pain
How could I of knew it
Fat supply of liquor fluid
And some green leaves that stank
Up the whole house
That's how we had it everyday
Make sure my niggas was drunk
And high in every way
3 o'clock in the morin comin
Home drunk and fall out
I didn't give a fuck it was
My homies I went all out
Then I found out most of
Em fake like Van Damme
They knew about the game but
Couldn't break a damn can
With hollow tips in they hands I
Juked em like a crack sack
Made em feel hella bad made
Sure they never comin back
They showed me too much shit I
Couldn't take it couldn't make it
Another year dealin with all this fake shit
Nigga yeah... and nigga I'm tired
Of you spyin on me
Kickin it with that other mutha fucka
That be lyin on me
Why homie? I thought me
And you was untouchable
You be tellin everybody what you know
So bye homie
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
In some weak nigga sauce
The kind you put on spagetti
I'm a kick back nigga but
I'm armed and deadly
And I'm shootin them gangsta medleys
To yo heart and soul
Known to put a mini mack in a nap sack
And get off the yack and kill a CEO
Then you can see me smoke
Circles out yo neighborhood
With a tar can in my lap
20 pack and a 50 sack
Metal to metal then he won't settle
Til you in that wood
I can't help it that's how it is I may
Run up in yo crib and get yo kids
You know I could
You couldn't touch me with a
Silencer form long range
I tried to do all I could
But you think it's all game
Sit at home drunk and judge niggas
You remind me of my uncle
Of always havin a grudge
Nigga
Ain't nuttin gon' happen that
Ain't suppose to happen
Appse to rappin I close the gap in
I hit that ass with a mini mack
Closed captions
Cause I'm a MVP, Maximin Violence Profector
And if you fuck with me
Fuck you in the ass with the weapon
Grew up in the GBC
A hood where niggas really don't give a fuck
Smash pass the one-time hittin blunts
Smoke the whole parkin lot up
And you already knew that about
Me nigga what's yo problem?
Bumpin them gums like you Green
Goblin we gon' be squabblin
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
Be bumpin gums and talkin shit
Behind a nigga back knowing
I can't defend myself
If you trippin
Oh if you trippin then it must
Be you I'm talkin bout
And if it ain't you... don't trip
Drop niggas like bad habits that's the truth
Mutha fuckas be runnin around actin
Like they bullet proof
How could I trust you when you
Couldn't bust two slugs for me?
Talkin bout you thug homie you really
Ain't got no love for me
Anyway what you do for me?... Nuttin
You won't let the 45 keep buckin what
You talkin bout in yo stuff?
You don't live no where near gangsta street
And if I wanted to I could
Take out some of yo teeth
And for the rest of my life have beef
And you know what I do with meat
Known to cheat
Creep from the back in the Cadillac Seville
Pull out the strap and the tack to peel
And if it don't happen I'm keep doin
Music and talkin shit about you
Never even mention yo name
'cause it'll all come out you
A bitch ass nigga
You live yo life all secluded
If I wasn't around you wouldn't do shit
Talkin bout you jack niggas
Put him in the back with a
Blue rag around they snuggle
Used to have a huddle of Sicc Made
Niggas now it's only me to rumble
Eat em up like gumbo don't
Trip how could I know?
I was so comfortable you took
Advantage of the whole
Situation all that shit you makin
It was cause of me
We was cool for all those years but
I was blind and couldn't see
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Couldn't have is way so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own do
It all alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own do
It all alone he was dipped
This some fake nigga pain
How could I of knew it
Fat supply of liquor fluid
And some green leaves that stank
Up the whole house
That's how we had it everyday
Make sure my niggas was drunk
And high in every way
3 o'clock in the morin comin
Home drunk and fall out
I didn't give a fuck it was
My homies I went all out
Then I found out most of
Em fake like Van Damme
They knew about the game but
Couldn't break a damn can
With hollow tips in they hands I
Juked em like a crack sack
Made em feel hella bad made
Sure they never comin back
They showed me too much shit I
Couldn't take it couldn't make it
Another year dealin with all this fake shit
Nigga yeah... and nigga I'm tired
Of you spyin on me
Kickin it with that other mutha fucka
That be lyin on me
Why homie? I thought me
And you was untouchable
You be tellin everybody what you know
So bye homie
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
In some weak nigga sauce
The kind you put on spagetti
I'm a kick back nigga but
I'm armed and deadly
And I'm shootin them gangsta medleys
To yo heart and soul
Known to put a mini mack in a nap sack
And get off the yack and kill a CEO
Then you can see me smoke
Circles out yo neighborhood
With a tar can in my lap
20 pack and a 50 sack
Metal to metal then he won't settle
Til you in that wood
I can't help it that's how it is I may
Run up in yo crib and get yo kids
You know I could
You couldn't touch me with a
Silencer form long range
I tried to do all I could
But you think it's all game
Sit at home drunk and judge niggas
You remind me of my uncle
Of always havin a grudge
Nigga
Ain't nuttin gon' happen that
Ain't suppose to happen
Appse to rappin I close the gap in
I hit that ass with a mini mack
Closed captions
Cause I'm a MVP, Maximin Violence Profector
And if you fuck with me
Fuck you in the ass with the weapon
Grew up in the GBC
A hood where niggas really don't give a fuck
Smash pass the one-time hittin blunts
Smoke the whole parkin lot up
And you already knew that about
Me nigga what's yo problem?
Bumpin them gums like you Green
Goblin we gon' be squabblin
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
There it is... another nigga
Went ballistic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess
He turned his back on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped
I'd rather do it on my own
Do it alone he was dipped