Brotha Lynch Hung, Luni Coleone - Watta lyrics

I'm the hardest nigga you never heard of
And I'm a pro when it comes
To these tools a four four
When it comes to these raw venemous
Spit send him his dick
In a wool shoe package
Peel back his cap wid this automatic
Cold hefty and black shit I make
A rapper disappear like magic
It's Siccmade
All the way to the motherfuckin' casket
And six feet deeper
Get these heaters right off the lips
I stack chips and I
Sip these litres on the hips
It's some shit that'll split ya wig
You can't spit enough shit
That'll get ya big
Get the gig
You pay him first then I'll lay him next
Niggaz be weak just like latex
Cheap as Tampax
I walk through the room wid
A handful of anthrax
Shakin' niggaz hands
Makin' niggaz dance like
Paula Abdul when I pull out the tool
Ya kids get napped when I run out the school
Ya nig did that
It's the motherfuckin' Lynch
Take a long barrel four four and
Run up in ya bitch
Real shit, cause it turns me on and
What kind of shit do these nerds be on and
What kinda clips should I put
In this chrome four
What kind loopty-loop ya on
Pass me the Newport and let's
Get it on like Marvin
I've been starvin' creep through
The trees like Tarzan
Ya meat we carvin'

It's watta, watta, and ya know I'm thirsty
And even though it hurts me
I stay blood thirsty for watta, watta
Take it how you want nigga
So make it how you want nigga

You punk niggaz want war we make shit happen
When it comes to the money
Drugs scrappin' and cappin'
I'm a veteran and I bet when I pull my thang
You hoe niggaz run faster than cut out segas
We some spiritual lyrical individuals nigga
I ain't fearin' no negro we
Leavin' bullet holes nigga
When a soldier bow down we leave him alone
Tape his tail to his ass cheek
And send him on home
I'm a motherfucka nigga ain't
You heard of Co-le
My music it use niggaz like
A guard against Kobe
Hittin' hard like Shinobi
You niggaz don't know me
I throw 'em harder than Drew breathes
And shake 'em like police
I mean who tryna take it there let me know
We leave him cryin' like when
A kid get a Nintendo
Coleone, I'm known to stay high as a kite
And shoot notes to X-Loc keep my cuz alright

While you be internet thuggin' I'll
Be in ya set muggin
You be in the bathroom tuggin'
Cause you can't get lovin'
I'll be in the last room pluggin' while
You in the front room drippin'
I bust nuts on ya livin' you
Come in the back room kissing
So don't trip cause I'm harder than you
Just like every motherfucker that's a
Part of my crew
Gimme a carton full of Newports and
A metal junt from the Midwest
And I'ma disappear and come back the
Sickest nigga you ever met
What happens next nigga, whatever happens
We pull techs nigga, whatevers crackin'
We pitbulls in a backyard full of poodles
And I'm foamin' at the mouth like Kuja
Put blood and guts in yo spaghetti noodles
I got problems in the head
Got ya lookin' for slugs
Well it's probably in the bed
Got me lookin' for love all
In the wrong places
I'm tasteless and I chew to the bone homie
Now, look at ya faces it's watt