Brotha Lynch Hung - Feel My Nature Rize текст песни

(lynch):

Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes

Waitin in your back seat, catch you by surprise

Situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances

Leave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then Im hittin fences

Now ima talk about the same dirty situation

Shit you hatin, thats why your casket is waitin

Shine your ass up like a triple gold dayton

When Im in your town you better cut like walter payton

Studio man keep tapin, I got that bitch, she peratratin

Show your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin

With a note thats saying: sincerely, swartzaniggaz

Put your hands in your pocket, give it up

I demand I need my tweed, potent refer, man

Bandstandin with the hand cannon

Split my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrill

And that rolex in your hand, understand?

Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise

(swartzaniggaz):

I can feel my nature rise

Starin at the marks that I despise

Through evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides

You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me

Got some off, but none of them hit me

Now on a payback tip, with a patched black mask

On the grass with a 50 caliber weapon

Hangin up over the door of the chev and causin slaughter

Sids malt liquor be that motive when I be loaded off that water

Saw the situation heavy rollin

Shotgun and a chevy thats stolen

Strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly

We can go there, I know theres a place for busta niggas like yall

But I heard its pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall

Too late for that 911 call, this murders already in progress

Home invasions like asian got me obsessed like a vietnam vet

As I kick through the front door, blastin

And lynch kicked down the back

Operation: peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded

Cuz it aint no tellin when we comin

Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin with the engine still

Runnin

Cuz real killers make them real quick get aways

Spray the whole place and skirt

As quick as we can, we does our dirt

Whoever gets hurt, thats business

So please dont take this personal

Its just that murders in my nature

So four years now, thats what Ive been searchin for

Cuz doin dirt grows old when its the same old thing

Thats why I try to take my murders to the highest extreme

Make everybody scream, open up some spleens

Still hearin the blood spillin

Its just a little dream that I be havin

Man, I love killin

(brotha lynch):

I got a hard dick for killin

Southside villain

Protect your wife and your children

Feel my nature rise

(swartzaniggaz):

Not quite knowin about this nigga?

Check your metro sections

Then cross reference murders by streets and dates

And how many times niggas hoes got raped

Mr. no prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tape

Fuckin with a half deck, havin niggas on hush

Smokin a bowl that I re-dust

Open up your chest when I bust

So suit up, cuz its kill a nigga night

Aint no tellin when triple 6 gets to shootin up

Movin up your death date, with a tre-8 special

Its way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppers

Split your ass open like pinata

Loadin up like a rotweiler

Lining up like tyson snortin cocaine powder

Pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differ

One wiff of that shit and Im on cloud nine

Nigga, dont trip if you aint got no nuts

Cuz I brought mine all buffed and shined

Untouchable when Im fuckin full of that nitrate wine

Thats when I bust on nineteen times and up

Cuz Im nuts, goin out my mind

Few, theres no luck, you fucked for life, for sho

Get your ass up on the floor

Tryin to catch me at that lateral, slippin

By my lonesome, but Im on some, so who wants some?

Fresh out the gates, aint no room to make mistakes

Try to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hate

Tuck my dick inside in the o-8

Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45

No body, no case

Taste the meat, cant wait to eat

Keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face

(swartzaniggaz):

Yall niggas dont wanna feel my nature rise

Cuz I get dirty, shoot up shit with my clint eastwood

Leave your neighborhood lookin like a ghost town, nigga

You standin on dangerous grounds

When we come to sac, better have your automatics on loaded status

Cuz me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin no prints

Not givin yall niggas a inch, cuz ima lynch you

Fry your guts like sizziline

Have your homie reminiscing about your gangsta lean

Nigga, it aint no fuckin with my clique

You can dial 911, but it aint no rescue

Man, I hope the dear lord bless you

Next to this nigga, aint no ones nuts bigger

Clutch your guts nigga, fuckin with this swartzanigga

Cuz I done lost it, taggin niggas like a pit bull with rabies

Gone off 40 ounces of o.e.

Creepin up on you, like doin my magnum p.i.

Lazy eye with lil blacc mile

Smokin a hard dick for killin