Brotha Lynch Hung - Xcaliber lyrics
[Brotha Lynch Hung - Xcaliber lyrics]
That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the
Back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but
The killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm
Gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up
Must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane
Gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)
It all started when I twisted the
Lid of the Olde E
And C-A-R-I-double-O-E imported LTD
Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacket at
'Cause that's the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah
When I lifted you out your shoes
It was that pressure from the 20-gouge
(that 20-gouge)
Felt like it 'cause your chest
Split wide open with it
Well, nigga you shouldn't went
Around talking that shit
'Bout the nigga that's my kin-folks
Should knew the real while you
Was giving up that info
...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason
When I hit 'em all up
Grip 'em all up
Rip 'em, kill 'em all up, fill 'em all
Up, lick 'em, real 'em, deal 'em, dig a
Ditch give 'em hit a lick then take
The grip
Put 'em in the back of the Cadillac
Show 'em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is lethal
Leave the whole town hella smokey
Like the bandits that stepping
Over dead people
It's like that
And you wouldn't know it 'cause
I'm 'a cool-ass motherfucker
Then dump with a gang of suckers
As I wait for the city to
Heat up like a Hot Pepper
Got a whole load full of Evian
And a trunk full of FO take
Nos and I can't let go
Catch you at yo show slipping
Hoes tripping
Rows ripping
In the street after I heat my heat
Off the hook with this siccmade shit
Straight made nigga
Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor
To the face nigga
Off the Thunderbird and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga
Split you head like a pineapple
Die natural!
Five at your dome send 'em
Home in a pine box
Lift you out your socks
Pay attention to the clock
Half past a niggas ass lay him in the
Grass take suitcase full of cash and mash
16 in the clip crumble the herb roll a spliff
'bout to watch your brain split in half
Bloody bath water and fried
Nigga nuts and bones
Located at home I think him name is Tyrone
But you know
That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the
Back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but
The killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm
Gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up
Must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane
Gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)
You can call me black Saddam Hussein
Pump cyanide through my vein ass nigga
You can see me on the
South side of the street
Marinated by the opposite nigga
That flood the city
Get ready for something pretty if
You sick like Frank Nitty
Sucked blood from my mommas
Titties instead of milk
Played murder music in my tape
Deck instead of Silk
End up killing one of them motherfuckers
So fuck them hoes, they're like rims
Have you killing niggas 'cause
They got stole
Woke up at 3AM - got high 'til seven
Jump in what you call
It heading towards heaven
With my 50 sack of some shit
That'll make you get there
About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty
I'm worthy strapped like James as
Ventured in this faulty game
In a mainframe
That I bucked in ruff terrain
Then hit the plane
15 guts on a triple beam scale nigga
Actual contact from the strap
That I hale nigga
That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the
Back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but
The killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm
Gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up
Must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane
Gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)
They got this motherfucker twisted up
And from the sound of the barrel
I got hella motherfuckers running up
What should I do about these fucking fleas?
Give 'em all they want and put
They disease in they weed
Figure a way out this nigga I
Know you got me on file
But I got you on scanner so plan another way
(another way)
Told me it was copasetic
But I catch you slipping like pimping
And shake and bake you like?
Hit your mind, burgundy slime drips
Time gets deeper as you meet the Grim Reaper
In the form of a Mann, double N
Them twin .45s got your brains leaking
I'm peaking
That's why these niggas wanna rip keep me
I'm rolling squeaky and what
You want call it
With a .45 in my pocket
And I'm a young alcoholic
Like P-Folks I had to make it happen
Sacramento's most wanted I gotta keep
Packing 'cause of that
My favorite cousin just got four years
And when his little brother died
He showed me no tears
What's your point?
Point is shit gets deep as the ocean
Take a shiesty niggas blood and
Rub it on like lotion
It was like, once upon a time a long time ago
I was sticking 9 millis in a pussy hole
Get of the Ol 8 old murder more
Then I gotta go to a spot
Where they don't know I'm deleting niggas
That be given up my info
That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the
Back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but
The killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm
Gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up
Must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane
Gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)
Put the plastic in his mouth the
Back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but
The killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm
Gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up
Must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane
Gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)
It all started when I twisted the
Lid of the Olde E
And C-A-R-I-double-O-E imported LTD
Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacket at
'Cause that's the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah
When I lifted you out your shoes
It was that pressure from the 20-gouge
(that 20-gouge)
Felt like it 'cause your chest
Split wide open with it
Well, nigga you shouldn't went
Around talking that shit
'Bout the nigga that's my kin-folks
Should knew the real while you
Was giving up that info
...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason
When I hit 'em all up
Grip 'em all up
Rip 'em, kill 'em all up, fill 'em all
Up, lick 'em, real 'em, deal 'em, dig a
Ditch give 'em hit a lick then take
The grip
Put 'em in the back of the Cadillac
Show 'em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is lethal
Leave the whole town hella smokey
Like the bandits that stepping
Over dead people
It's like that
And you wouldn't know it 'cause
I'm 'a cool-ass motherfucker
Then dump with a gang of suckers
As I wait for the city to
Heat up like a Hot Pepper
Got a whole load full of Evian
And a trunk full of FO take
Nos and I can't let go
Catch you at yo show slipping
Hoes tripping
Rows ripping
In the street after I heat my heat
Off the hook with this siccmade shit
Straight made nigga
Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor
To the face nigga
Off the Thunderbird and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga
Split you head like a pineapple
Die natural!
Five at your dome send 'em
Home in a pine box
Lift you out your socks
Pay attention to the clock
Half past a niggas ass lay him in the
Grass take suitcase full of cash and mash
16 in the clip crumble the herb roll a spliff
'bout to watch your brain split in half
Bloody bath water and fried
Nigga nuts and bones
Located at home I think him name is Tyrone
But you know
That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the
Back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but
The killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm
Gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up
Must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane
Gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)
You can call me black Saddam Hussein
Pump cyanide through my vein ass nigga
You can see me on the
South side of the street
Marinated by the opposite nigga
That flood the city
Get ready for something pretty if
You sick like Frank Nitty
Sucked blood from my mommas
Titties instead of milk
Played murder music in my tape
Deck instead of Silk
End up killing one of them motherfuckers
So fuck them hoes, they're like rims
Have you killing niggas 'cause
They got stole
Woke up at 3AM - got high 'til seven
Jump in what you call
It heading towards heaven
With my 50 sack of some shit
That'll make you get there
About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty
I'm worthy strapped like James as
Ventured in this faulty game
In a mainframe
That I bucked in ruff terrain
Then hit the plane
15 guts on a triple beam scale nigga
Actual contact from the strap
That I hale nigga
That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the
Back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but
The killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm
Gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up
Must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane
Gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)
They got this motherfucker twisted up
And from the sound of the barrel
I got hella motherfuckers running up
What should I do about these fucking fleas?
Give 'em all they want and put
They disease in they weed
Figure a way out this nigga I
Know you got me on file
But I got you on scanner so plan another way
(another way)
Told me it was copasetic
But I catch you slipping like pimping
And shake and bake you like?
Hit your mind, burgundy slime drips
Time gets deeper as you meet the Grim Reaper
In the form of a Mann, double N
Them twin .45s got your brains leaking
I'm peaking
That's why these niggas wanna rip keep me
I'm rolling squeaky and what
You want call it
With a .45 in my pocket
And I'm a young alcoholic
Like P-Folks I had to make it happen
Sacramento's most wanted I gotta keep
Packing 'cause of that
My favorite cousin just got four years
And when his little brother died
He showed me no tears
What's your point?
Point is shit gets deep as the ocean
Take a shiesty niggas blood and
Rub it on like lotion
It was like, once upon a time a long time ago
I was sticking 9 millis in a pussy hole
Get of the Ol 8 old murder more
Then I gotta go to a spot
Where they don't know I'm deleting niggas
That be given up my info
That motherfucker kept sniffing for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the
Back of his neck left
And you don't know nothing but
The killer got away
Before 4:30 in the morning I'm
Gone in the 6-Tre
With the windows up
Must have had gin in the cup
'Cause I'm swerving in the fast lane
Gotta be spinning 'em up
(X-caliber)
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