One of the last lyrics

Artist  : Brotha lynch hung 
Song : One of the last
 
1st verse
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd
thus far
you can bump me at your crib but while you off
that nitro in your car
so I don't have to say that I'ma super star 
but if you get high than you can feel me no
matter who you are
well I got medevil but I had to leave'em weak
niggas alone 
situation dirty skweaky clean brotha lynch hung
That's right I gots to have my weed lord knows
I'ma feind
bitch nigga don't respect me 45 for the peicsh
nigga please
I been spendin 'G's' hold up nigga freeze
come up off that weed cause you den fucked around
and went up on me
I want the whole zip lock full of shamrock
and if you ditch it in yo pocket I'ma heat the
heat and leave you in a 
meat lock
now thats my knock heats to the side wit the mask
on 
I'ma give you 15 percent so if you need to get yo
blast on
and that's a fat zone thats's a good start
you can sac off in the sevice take it to the
heart
I'ma lil nigga thinkin big 
cut off yo nuts and leave you screamin like a
starved pig
hold you hostage in yo crib
plan the whole stuation out so I got first dibs
now bigga than life is how I comin out
rigorous and vigorous you niggas know what I'm
talkin bout
I want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so fetish 
and I'ma gonna break through like Jerome Bettis
pro status
all this time I got ryhme on my mind every dime 
I spend it on some weed and some studio time
drink O-E out the mickeys big mouth 
my point is I be in the cut trying to keep these
snakes out my house

(Brotha Lynch Hung talking)
You know I push I push play on brain one day
and it played back some shit some shit containing
(some shit 
containing)
snakes (snakes)
I mean talk to me (serpants)

2nd verse
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd
thus far
you can bump me at your crib but while you off
that nitro in your car
 
so I don't have to say that I'ma super star 
but if you get high than you can feel me no
matter who you are
nigga now I shit lyrics but I can't use'em 
have yo son trippin Brotha Lynch Hungs loopin
(loopin)
they be off that bottle talkin bout Brotha Lynch
be talkin bout
sicc shit I herd he ate his mama out
now how this motherfucker gone write some shit
bout the Brotha Lynch 
Hung
cause he killin in his song
he say that nigga shit tight but he ain't shit
he say god is my witness I herd he fuck them
bitches 
which is suppose to be wrong criticizin my love
song
you get the rope fuckin wit the Brotha Lynch Hung
wrong information make atemadation
catch you on yo weed high (catch you on yo weed
high)
tow you up like a pitch been
feelin dick hard when you betta get yo bitched in
it gets thin
and I'm off this Black &Mild shit 
Tall Cannon told me its smooth and now I'm buyin
boxes of it
tryin to relax and deal wit these taxes 
cause they be at my checks wit them axes twenty
sac's
in the back seat I'm licenseless
hope motherfuckin baby mama ain't no shisty bitch
she wanna publish ah-ight thats cool
she want some other shit get that hydro tube
niggas always think I talk about'em because I
talk shit
My worst nightmare was killin my bitch for tryin
to get my grits
I'm like Marc Spits I swim a channel for my shit 
and watch your heart split I'm doing damage to yo
bitch (doing damage 
to yo Bee-yotch)
and whlie your heart switch 
you betta remember where you came from bitch  

(another voice)
Know what I'm saying can't even get caught
up-nitro hit
staring at the holic til they got'em on sicc
is ya'll niggas really even listening
for real doe is ya'll niggas even really
listening
whatever the fuck whatever the fuck