Blood on da Rug - Brotha Lynch Hung, Brotha Lynch Hung feat. T-Macc

I’m off that muthafucking OE and Gin

Once again, talkin 'bout that blood on da rug

Evidence, could have been mine or his

So i been stressed out ever since

Left him on the concrete wit' his head split

Found out where i live by this, by this, punk bitch

Knowin' its about to crack like an indo sack

I’m hella fucked up, so with the heat i commense to peak out the window, waitin'

Ran off the indo, shakin niggas like Barry Sanders

Cause they weak, like a spiderweb, in the fact to suck you up cause you weak

And i’m at my peak, when i’m buckin' at the 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 its evil you see

Creepin through the grass, and the gardens dick hard

And i be draggin' on a garcia vega with the green flavour neighbour-

Hood make a break a duece four

Fuck a hoe, a lot’a niggas dont know

But its lose a hoe gain a hoe

So, bruise a hoe who’s to know

Youll need to follow me up

Leave your body in the back of the '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 thats no lie

You’ll be passin' me by, every night

'til i come out wit the minni mac and attack like a pit bull off that dumb shit

you pulled, I’m talkin 'bout that

Murder, Evidence, we been doin' this here, ever since, ever since, day one,

day one, split, gotta Nigga gone, buy this, Biatch, fucced up, fucked up,

fucked uup, fucked uup, fucked uuup, fucked uuuup

Yeah come on

They got me contemplating on Homicide

Clutchin' to my 45

Then i miss (?) to the doja, the paranoja takin over my mind

It was all a matter of time

Before we hit where you was at

Off in your residence

Cock the hammer back and between ya eyes

For the dead presidents

And ever since day one

When this shit begun

Been in it fo' the fun

Its the Cutthroat nigga

And the Ripgut

My nigga Lynch Hung

We do this shit on a daily

Maybe we’ll let ya live to see ya Baby

If you hurry up and show me where is the do' at

Nigga i won’t kill you and your Lady

Stuff the dufflebag full of cash

Dope, greens, heaters and hash

File the bundles, i’m even in the cut

Snatchin' shit up out the stash

Got this motherfuckers bound to gag

Dragging bags, full of illegal shit across the grass

Jumped in a black 'lac wit' the windows up and smash

On my way back to the pad

My nigga Lynch splitting up all the cash

Gettin gone off this niggas dodo

And fo' sho' be smokin up all the hash

Cause we mash after the cash, fast and never hesitant

We’ll leave you and yo' bitch tied up ever since nigga wit no evidence

No evidence