Brotha Lynch Hung - Heatas lyrics

they told me to get my heat so i got mine them mothafuckas that made that hit

now we only got the mini mack in the trunk sawed off and the 45th but im

confident that we handled funk like mothafuckin g's so all you bitches and

snitches get ditches when my triple finga itches its vicious for some reason im

still in that season all them other mothafuckas done left shmother motha fuckas

to death other motherfuckas done shlept long hit off the kryptonite and get

gone hit em' up two in the dome is it yo funeral home alone had love for them

once went and this shit got grim killin me softly its costly jack they chin if

they eminem bend 1dial1 800 o gold and you picture me surrounded by fifty

pounds of round meat grade a beef it aint cheap i got that shit that'll make yo

weak minds upchuck upchuck yo guts cut and i had yo nuts wasup you was locked

down so i fucked yo bitch gave you that sifilis dick loop the music made sick

dont slip trump tight murder on sight split ya dome hit ya home at night move

in the dark with

infrared lights you die then ima do yo wife ima leave you hangin on yo doorstep

had your wife ass butt naked razor blade braids from the ass to the neck