One Of The Last Lyrics

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