24 Gone lyrics

Artist  : Brotha Lynch Hung 
Song : 24 Gone
 


Yeah the nigga from the duece is back,and its
on(x4)


Twenty four gone it's that
nigga that went all the way nuts spent my time
after the EP rippin up guts and now im back and I
convert the straight slider enough,me talk me bout
me nine millimeta meta fuckin that butt,so nigga
once again out the mothafuckin cut,the nigga that
got the refer eatin them fried nigga nut,what me
talk bout me load my nine real fast,and hang them
spine and dem liver guts up out that ass,i got the
bomb,niggas that a back me up and in my palm a
nine that a feed me gut no matter what nigga,i
aint gonna lie i keep packin you know cuz
everybody gotta die,plenty of niggas in the city
of sac keep trippin,i told them mothafuckas im
too old for crippin,but provin im down when my
nine start clickin when i say im twenty four deep
i aint bullshittin,nigga now,nigga now i thought
it was known,leave a cannibal nigga alone unless
you wanna deal wit a chrome,glock,i aint gonna
stop,when im in the block me go pizatt wizatt pop
pop pop,and den me bounce to the once of a green
bud hit and what i'm not rollin up,nigga i'm
servin it,twenty five years of livin dead already
and it's still on,yeah twenty four
gone

(Chorus)
Is it that nigga that got
that bum funkie,is it that nigga that got the bum
funkie,so come twist one up(x4)

Yah it's
the bomb,and now it's on to the full and my
chromes on full and uh, i never knew true
love,until i saw brains leakin cuz of a thirty
eight slug but uh,i had to get that nine
millimeta,somethin that a move a nigga back a
centimeta,yah and you know it just don't quit,me
sticka me nine in P Z B A B Y K I double L I N ,
G , plus i keep a nine for a nigga bout sixteen
of em gotta be my own grave digga,believe me you
see me wit a thing in my gut you gotta know it's
a nine while i'm creepin in the cut,so nigga
what,you know it's all good til i die,niggas got
me rowdy while the triple six was in the county,
stressin and i aint gonna lie, if i could take a
twelve gauge and pop a narc up in the eye and get
away i just might,trippin off a half of O,when all
the niggas i know aint even down and got away wit
a ho so nigga now you know,put the gat up in that
ass and treat em like a ho,boom,told you now my
nine aint shy and now im rollin up a fat ass
joint,why,i wanna get high,twenty five years of
livin dead already and its still on,yeah twenty
four gone

(Chorus)