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Brotha Lynch Hung and Doomsday Productio - Maniac Ridaz

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[Verse 1]
I`m gangsta steppin
Representin my block
Jokes be the name
702 comin through yo hood
Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain
All up in yo gang
I`m givin a fuck
I be the one thats gunnin for fun
Sin City gang with a ??
You can hang with the Sin City gang
Fuck no
I`m ridin dirty
With the heat in my hand
Stay bumpin when I`m swervin
All days to the curbin
Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin
I`m creepin and callin your homies
Up on it and you callin for help
But nobodys there
Now I`mt he suspect of a bloodbath
And I left him dead cuz nobody cares
Joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that I go
Cuz a gangsta like me will bust back
And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast
Fuck that I`m ridin
Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes
And the briefcase right by my side
9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know
That all of my murderers
Heard of this gangsta crackin necks
Runnin all night with a jet black 9
In a g-ride killin up your whole set
Givin a damn with a strap in my hand
Unloadin on every punto that I can
Fuckin up playas in Las Vegas
And erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch

[Chorus]
So know whatchu gon` do
When we hit them sticks
And hit your block
Like some maniac ridaz
So sick and do shit to you Ripley`s wouldn`t believe
We got some other sick tricks
Hidden up our sleeves
So just pass the liquor
Pass the weed
Pass us the PCP
And you gon` see
How we pull straps out of our hat and bust caps
And make you bitch ass niggaz take foreverlong naps

[Verse 2]
I twist `em up like a tornado
Turned tasmanian
Crack a cranium
Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damian
Cuttin loose
I`m startin funk like Fox
Doom juice with doom roots
I`m rippin fruit loops apart
I`m infested with the doom
Infected with the plague
Got a bitch to lick my wounds
My enemies is dead
Pay attention, then I rinse down with siccmade niggaz
That`ll kill a bitchmade nigga
Twist `em like a french braid nigga
Jump on the place
I`m meetin Osama Bin Laden
You betta jump on your cellular phone
And call your mama
Cuz aint nobody gon` make it home
It`s all drama
As I parachute out that motherfucker
I yell geroni-MO
But you don`t hear me though
At 30,000 feet up in the air it`s impossible
See I`m that nigga
That`ll land in a bitches yard
Dick hard enough to cut through
A pack of glass and in barge
And get my fuck on
Up in her crib
I don`t need her permission
Cuz I aint gonna let her live
I stay sick with it
And come equipped with it
After I finish with that bitch they know Eklypse did it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I`m fresh out the county jail
Just graduated from an anger management program
I like to punish niggaz
Slow your roll like a traffic jam
It`s that nigga with a frown turned upside down
I keep it rough nigga style
I walk the walk
I talk the talk
It aint that punk David Banner
It`s the motherfuckin hawk
Chokin bitch niggaz out
But I keep it gangsta with the sawed-off
Your body hard off
Your motherfuckin face be tore off
Gotta keep it gangsta
Because we dog bitch niggaz
Got itchy fingers
Along with triggas that`ll scratch em
And load `em up unload `em
And let bitch niggaz have it
Ghetto savage
My claws 3 loaded automatics
That`ll rip your ass like Wolverine
When I`m on that OE and Listerine
A grousome scene
Send him home and get shot in the neck
Have your bitch ass smokin a stick
Just to deal with his death
Now 1 plus 1 equal 2
Thats what I assume
And many bitch niggaz hang with other bitch niggaz
I got him now I`m comin after you
I put it in and do him
So hop your bitch ass in this effect
Make no mistake
Yeah nigga you dead
I take his soul across the foggy lake
No escape
Bing the chalk
And the yellow tape
It`s just another flat-footed cop
Closin a bloody murder case
I aint playin no games
And I aint speakin in riddles
But you niggaz is sweet and colorful
Like a bag of skittles
All about my skrilla and bits
Always pack pistols
It`s kinda mystical
And thug niggaz appear like ninjas
Off my gangsta whistle
Apocolyptic season if the sickness
You must forget
I reveal the strongest weakness
When I hit yo block and leave you wicked
Some niggaz call me a demon
Cuz I see the future livin grousome
Creep up on a snake ass nigga like an eagle
Sin City Dark angel

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