Legal dope compilation lyrics

Artist  : Brotha lynch hung 
Song : Legal dope compilation
 
Chorus(lynch and d-dubb)4x
I re-fuse to lose
Fuck them 22’s
I got an ap 10 and a throwaway tech 9
So you know you can’t fuck with mine

(verse1)
(lynch)
If I was standing in the dark letting my nine
spark
(d-dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me
yet
(lynch)
It’s that nine tech nigga that got them
motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding
your gut
Talking about
(d-dub and lynch)
What the fuck you smoking on? 
(lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me gone
Nigga it’s on
On ’til the slugs come out
(d-dub)
At night I do my murder red rum so tight
(lynch)
I’ts the third strike nigga
So now I’m aiming up at your dome
’bout to make your brain split and hit the
fleetwood brome
I’m like richard chase, mixed with al capone
If you want some ripgut shit nigga
Yeah, I got it sewn
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool,
with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a
brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his
nine
So head to the east side, ’cause it’s red rum
time, nigga

Chorus 4x

(verse2)
Nigga, it’s that-sac of indo-killafornia state of
mind
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend
corners
In a chev 69
Wire rims
You can’t see
With their neighborhood flags and their black
carthart beenie
I’m like genie
As I swoop through the hood and get up to no
good
And I wish you would
Test my tech, ’cause nigga, it loves to take out
necks
And empty backs out, so I max out
350 on the black top
More smoke than chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, there’s always a roach
Hit the left lane in case one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and some ’89 tags
17 in the clip of my, auto mag
I’ts sad
I gotta watch my back, ’cause these niggas wanna
throw me up in a black
Leather sack, and throw me over their back
But fuck that
Why you think I got extended clips
’cause I’m so high, most of the time
I just can’t miss, nigga

Chorus 4x