Lyrics Blood on da rug Brotha Lynch Hung

Blood on da rug

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left his blood on da rug, evidence, could have been mine and
his so i been stressed out eva since, left him on the
concrete with his head split, found out where i live by
this, by this punk bitch, knowin its bout to crack like an
indo sack im hella fucked up, so with the heat i commense a
peak out the window, waitin, run out the indo, shakin niggas
like barry sanders cuz they weak, they weak, hella weak
And i'm at my peak when i'm buckin at my enemy its like ten
of me, choppin down trees twistin up leaves bout to make
niggas bleed, off the hook like a fish with his lip cut, get
away got away rip gut, hit em up with enough lead stuff to
turn em into a magnet, body in da dragnet, keep my dickies
saggin blue flaggin, body draggin down the street to the end
of the creek and seatful you seatin, creepin through da
grass, the gardens they call it, and i be draggin on a
garcia vega with the green flava neighbahood make a break a
duece four, fuck a ho, a lot a niggas dont know, but its
lose a ho gain a ho, so bruise a ho whos ta know, youll need
to follow me up, leave your body in the back of an '84 cut
all chopped up, look through my window at night and you can
get glass in your eye after that your ass gonna die screamin
and thas no lie, you'll be passin me by every night until icome out wit the minni mac and attack like a pit bull off
that dumb shit you pulled
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Nigga i know gotta roll like dough blow da whole east side
into smitherines leavin all the bloody river streams, you
niggas didn't give a fuck bout me, so i left you stranded on
the titanic don't panic you just need some fuckin heat,
fuckin wit me nigga it's like fuckin your momma nigga it's
right in front of your face nigga it's drama makin your
space takin your place nigga you weak weak as fuck
mothafucka duck rap your cut tryin to get away from me and
my ap let me know when you had enough, cleanin up these
streets gettin rid of these hos and foes, you can see me in
my blue clothes sittin on trus and vo's, waitin, see me on
the street and you aint got nothin to say to me but fuck you
wit two dicks and a four fifth, smoke you like a bomb its
suckin blood from my moms tits thas how sick i got that
gangsta disease i be lovin to bring em to they knees make me
nut like semen, see men like a demon, when i red beam em,
seen em, with the ap eatin up human beings
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Dem niggas that want to empty out my chest plate i hit em
wit fury and make em go sickly from the snake bite, a
parasite, you aint tight, try to fuck wit a nigga to get
right end up in the pit bull fight, trust me my trusty heat
is rusty waitin for the scene to get dusty and all you see
is just me, standin like the last man standin but i aint no
bruce willis, manic depressin from wrestless i'm a hog about
my juice feel it, when i plug you wit the tech, ghetto chef,
cuttin niggas up like david caresse welcome to your own
death when the phonk was on your nigga crept like a spida
denied her of a life, then nutted all up inside her, i kiss
the bitches and made em switches, get you for all your
riches, in the back yard im diggin ditches tend to act hard
and get your lip split, my weapon got the chrome dip like
scottie pippen im dippin from long range hit up with part of
the game
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