Let my mic spark this passion
Suckers label me half and
I've been crabbin'
The barren seas and chokin' up
Alaskan
Hold down my faction,
intermuno clashin'
Form a latent fraction,
steady ready for your action
Holla folks down taxin',
hoes roll up laughin'
Soldiers stand matchin'
with more gang than
it be imagined I've been here before,
be a no -man's show
With a friend or foe,
a common time rhymin' ho
Make it blow for blow,
toe to toe, that's all I know
We can stroll your roll,
I shall slow your roll
Thoughts bust your pie hole,
through your radar we fly low
Territories we rock,
we'll blow up your enemy silo
Technology might grow,
but to get this bit, get you lit
Entertain my cycle, like you hit the split
And fuck what if got more nuts than bits
What this skinny nigga wants,
what this skinny nigga gets
Battle 3 the hard way,
cratchin' a hard yay
Flashin' a hard pay,
snatchin' a barn lay
Got passion for mic play,
rap's is the right pay
Got action all day,
if we pursue it the right way
Battle three the hard way, crackin' a hard yay,
flashin' a hard pay
Snatchin' a barley, got passion for my play,
rappers with right pay
Got action all day,
and pretty much do what you like
Rocks knockin' barrel,
G'd up strictly dickies and
car hearts for repair
Sick
May down to the bone marrow,
up against these tricky ships
You like motherfuckers
actin' like they out to get ya
I fit me with straps tucked under my buckle,
a fistful of dub stacks
Clenched up under my knuckles,
a gut or a lap whenever I chuckle
So full of matters, type a motherfucker to beat
you down till my hands get calloused
While your bitches suckin',
my fat was so heatin'
Got y 'all eatin' out this here
can of ass whoopin'
Before I really even get to cookin'
Suckin' on this dick
slightly crooked
While your bitches lookin'
And if you think it can't happen to you
I'll have you out there hookin'
It's the
Mr.
Motherfuckin'
Lil
Keed
When you address me,
keep it formin'
You wanna impress me, make
this sex anything but norm
The 133, the hard way
Provoking drama
Bangin' the fuck about your momma
Till the pussy smoke
Family read a hard way
Crackin' a hard yay
Flashin' a hard pay
Snatchin' a barley
Got passion for mic play
Rappers with right pay
Got action all day,
if we pursue it the right way
Battle 3 the hard way,
Crackin' a hard day
Flashin' a hard day,
Snatchin' a bar play
Got passion for my play,
Rappin' for right pay
Got action all day,
if we pursue it the right way
Better put your money on me
Make a muthafucka millions,
then kill him with the
AP
300 ,000 plus reasons for the
killin' besides the
OD
And we smashin' early
60s with the 450s
Smokin' up your neighborhood for
the really young
A nigga from the
G block,
Southside with the
G block
Where the older niggas watch the
YGs pop
Drip for the night and plot,
been around for years
Shed tears with the enemies cause
this homie was a friend to me
I know we a small town but you
gotta know we all down
Ripped through towns making
sacramental music
And if you mental you can use it
It's called sickness, we rip clips
Shoot that niggas that be tryna burn it on
CD
And make some money off the shit
Niggas be banging in the pen but on
the streets to get your heat
When a nigga try to cut off your meat
and take your baby off the sheet
It up dead under the concrete
Less you quicker cause
the older I get to
The better it whip when it hit ya
Phantom 3 the hard way
Cratching the hard gate
Flashing a hard tape
Snatching a
Barley
Got passion for mic play,
rappers with right pay
Got action all day,
if we pursue it the right way
Metal 3 the hard way,
cratchin' a hard yay
Flashin' a hard pay,
snatchin' a barn lay
Got passion for mic play,
rappers with right pay
Got action all day,
if we pursue it the right way
Metal 3 the hard way,
cratchin' a hard yay
Flashin' a hard pay,
snatchin' a barn lay
Got passion for mic play,
rappers with right pay
Got action all day,
if we pursue it the right way
Metal 3 the hard way,
cratchin' a hard yay
Flashin' a hard tape,
snatchin' a barley
Got passion for my play,
rap is the right pay
Got action all day, if we pursue it the right way
Man, been chopping trees, I done something new for this fight,
I done wrestled with an
alligator.
That's right. I have rousled with an alligator. I done tussled with
a whale. I done handcuffed lightning, throw thunder in jail.
That's bad.
Only last week, I murdered a rock, injured a stone,
hospitalized a brick. I'm so mean, I make medicine sick.
Man, dude.
Yeah.
Fast.
Fast.
Last night I cut the light off in my bedroom,
hit the switch, was in the bed before the
room was dark.
Incredible.
Brotha Lynch Hung 
